2 hours of work left before I can go home and get ready to go to Cirque Du Soleil. Impatience setting in. Inner child wining.

I'm so excited. I know it'll be a mix of entertainment and inspiration-- and pulling my hair out going "Must... learn.. to .. *do*.. that!" When I'm learning to belly dance, my brain gets trained to want to do anything that's shocking or requires physical skill (surprisingly I don't do things like backbends, ouch! My poor back!). Heck, if I thought I had a chance, I'd learn to do that thing where you spin around on your head. But I'm afraid that, if I did it, it suddenly wouldn't be cool anymore... Maybe some day... maybe some day..