Static

I can't believe it's the end of May already.  This is what I hate about the timing of my company's busy season.  It takes place in the summer and time melts when I'm busy like this.  Last night I felt nauseated thinking of everything I have to do in the next month.  This is a feeling I'm too well aquatinted with.  And what do I do when I feel overwhelmed?  I distract myself with some meaningless activity (…like blogging…) while the sand continues to pour.  I am buried at work and I feel like crying.  The most frustrating part is that staying late or coming early does nothing to help the situation because of the structure of this department- rather, because of this sabotaging, egotistical, nepotistic… I'll stop.  I have so much to do and it's come to the point that my brain has checked out and is nothing but a white screen of fuzzy static sound.  I'm staring into my computer blankly and wondering when I'll get to dance again.  Dancing.  There's a happy thought.  Maybe I should drop that I danced with Max Pitruzzella this weekend at Camp Jitterbug in Seattle.  You may remember him from a previous post where I linked a video of the European Lindy Championships.  So, yeah.  I danced with him.  For a mental health break, here's another clip of his magic: