I'm tapping my foot. My fingers. I'm going to wait one more hour and then poof from here.
Have to pack, and feed Jay tonight, he's coming over for dinner. Not sure what to make yet.
Gah. I want to be camp already, dancing and dancing and talking about dancing, and complaining about my sore body and walking around in tights and leos, and taking pictures and making new friends.
So warning, this blog is going into full ballet overload starting tomorrow. And yeah, I'm bringing my laptop.
Don't worry, there's no 3G network at Burning Man. That will be an internet-quiet vacation for me!