blergh. rhythm comp post-mortem was unpleasant. he was frustrated, i was frustrated. he awkwardly tried to make me feel better, which is so out of character for him that i didn't even realize it til after. feels like three months of work prior went down the drain. i know it didn't, but i'm wallowing a tiny bit. two new drills to get into my body and time to stop using my brain so much when i dance.