Shaking Out

I love to dance, more than most anything else in the world. Today, though, I made the grave mistake of going to an eight-hour dance rehearsal without eating a single thing. I then made the mistake of of assuming I would have a break, and then not asking for one when I absolutely should have.

I'm now sitting at home, perpetually five movements away from being really quite sick or falling over, and the memories of today are more than enough to keep me smiling. Like this shot of Kirsty and Kelly pissing about.

Hopefully tomorrow, when my body is sore and I have dance-hangover, I'll look at this again and it will still make me smile.