crazy
I'm wired right now. Why?

One minute I want to stop dancing. Now I'm like, "Hey let's audition for the Rockettes even though I'm a half inch too short. I mean sometimes I'm taller? Well I'm in NYC why not hit up Mark Morris too? They're only one of the most badass modern companies ever." Two absurd concepts. Then comes dancing in Europe. Or moving to London with Ellie. Then I want Georgia Ballet. Then I want to quit. Then I want to move home. Then I want to hit up Boston and Jose Mateo. Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Hello heart, make a choice. Please.

Something that certainly isn't changing is that I miss the comfort of having someone. Good thing that is something that is totally possible when I don't know what the hell I'm doing with my life.

My feet are cold.

Tomorrow Thom Clower crunches start. Every day. One week until the Arabian bra. I need to stop procrastinating.