So, church turned out well. I was the only person from my group to show up, which was ok, because the teens running it were on the ball. Two girls were my main workers, one in charge of the cotton candy machine and one in charge of the popcorn. They were awesome. We also had some guys helping with hotdogs (pre-wrapped in foil) and water. We went through over 300 cups for water, and we ran out of hotdogs, and we ran out of popcorn twice (I found more while the last package was popping), and we had a line of 20 people (kids and adults) or more for cotton candy from 3:15 (we "started" at 3:30, but we served it as soon as it was up and going) until 5:40 (when we shut down to get ready for church at 6). I helped serve cotton candy, and got covered in it. Fun. Swing dancing was myself, Kat, Amy, and Vanessa. Kat came to church with me and so got to go dancing as well, Amy was planned, Kristin and Jeevan decided to cancel and go to dinner, and Vanessa got back from Ren Fest just as we got out of church [laughs]. It was fun, only a few people I knew, and I spent the second half being anti-social. Which has carried through to today; I'm exteremly anti-social right now. I thought I might be able to muster myself to go to jazz, but I couldn't. Nothing seems fun. No one seems particularly worth putting forth effort to hang with. If I talked to you at all today, feel special, because I meant to call everyone and didn't. I meant to make cookies; I didn't and I'm not going to. I don't know how long this will last. The funk I mean. I might hang out with Drew tomorrow night. I might do something, or anything. I might not. We'll see. There are too many words right now, none of which mean what I want to say, too many that mean more than what I want to say, all of which I'm going to sit on. Because I'm not in the mood to vomit them onto my blog today.