Well, it's over. (Dance Marathon)
And it was the both the worst experience of my life, and a lot of fun. Which means I guess I'm glad I did it ... but probably wouldn't do it again.
Basically, over the course of 30 hours it started at fun, then went to great, then to terrible, then horrific, then painful, then good, then great, then awesome. Basically from 4am to noon was the bad time when I was really starting to wonder why I chose to do it. Around noon I decided I'd just leave, and yet when another opportunity arose to do so, I passed it up. In fact, I sort of passed up a lot of opportunities to leave. Which is why around one o'clock I decided that because I clearly didn't have it in me to give up, that meant I was staying for good and for the next 12 hours. It was at this point that a huge burst of energy hit me and I did fine for the rest of the event.
Oh, but DM is stll nazi germany fascist regime.
PS - I am up at 5:40 AM CDT because of my irregular sleeping pattern. When DM ended sunday at 1:00 AM I was in bed by 2:00 AM and got up at 3:30 PM (all CDT). So here I am finally getting tired.
g'night,
-JH
