my feet didn't even hurt.

Dear Ballroom,

Right now you are not fun, and I sort of hate you.

And I really have no desire to spend all afternoon tomorrow doing my hair and makeup and then waiting at the comp and then dancing and then not.making.a.single.cut.

Oh, and then not being able to participate in the get-the-high-school-seniors-excited-to-come-to-byu-and-dance-on-the-ballroom-team meeting because I'm utterly incoherent and my eyes are bloodshot.

Bitterly yours,

Katie, the obviously not Russian ballroom dancer