Addicted?

Ok, I'm dying here.  I haven't West Coast Swing-danced for two days now, and Tuesday feels absolutely forever away!!!  How did this happen to me??  Barely two months ago I was just a normal girl, finishing up fall semester and learning how to swing dance.  Now, I'm a full-blown addict.  Check it out:

Criteria for Addiction

* Symptoms have persisted for at least a month or have occurred repeatedly over a longer period of time.

Check.  It's been two months since West Coast entered my life.

* Taking the drug more often or in larger amounts than intended.

Check.  I dance at least twice a week, and I want to dance way more.

* Unsuccessful attempts to quit; persistent desire, craving.

Check.  Never tried to quit (why would I??), but the desires and cravings are indeed persistent.

* Excessive time spent in drug seeking.

Hmm... not sure if this one applies?  I already know when/where to get my fix... so I don't really seek it out anymore.

* Feeling intoxicated at inappropriate times, or feeling withdrawal symptoms from a drug at such times.

Check.  Definitely felt withdrawal symptoms at inappropriate times.  Like in class.

* Giving up other things for it.

Check, check and CHECK!  Like money, for instance.  And time.  Evenings and evenings of time...

* Continued use, despite knowledge of harm to oneself and others.

This clearly does not apply.  What harm could a little dancing do?

* Marked tolerance in which the amount needed to satisfy increases at first before leveling off.

Check!  Two hours of dance is not enough for me anymore.  

* Characteristic withdrawal symptoms for particular drugs.

I'm not sure which withdrawal symptoms are characteristic for West Coast Swing.  

* Taking the drug to relieve or avoid withdrawal.

Does it count that I sometimes try to West Coast BY MYSELF because I want to go dancing so bad?  

Ok, I realize that I'm probably not ACTUALLY addicted to swing dancing, and that this post could be offensive to someone who's actually struggled with addiction.  I was just trying to illustrate my feelings in a clever way.  Don't judge.  Just take me dancing.