Yoga

Yoga last night was really fun. It was 75 degrees in there with absolutely no air circulation, and it smelled like sweaty people, and I got to add my sweat to it too. My muscles feel it this morning, and did last night pretty good too. There are probably ten people in the class, and a few of them are young skinny girls but that's OK. I kind of tuned everybody out, except for when I didn't know what I was doing and I needed to see what the more experienced people were doing. I ended up having to move to the very front, three feet away from the teacher. The teacher has a small voice and she's very peaceful, and I had a good time in the corpse pose. She had one of those metal bowls that you can hit with a mallet and it makes a good little noise; and she rang it during corpse pose and it felt really odd, like the music was making my body vibrate. It was kind of cool.

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In the car on the way back from my lunch break, I suddenly remembered somethinkg dorky.

I was a senior in high school and was tired of being unpopular and being ignored by the majority of my classmates for the majority of the time. I was vice-president (and robe mistress!) of the choir, so I had more of a social life than I ever had before, but I still felt left out. So when we had our final party for the choir at the end of the year, one of the things we did was vote on those little "best [this]" and "most likely to [that]" titles, and I was in charge of tabulating the votes, I cheated a little and won "Best Legs."

Ha.

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I want to crochet a life-sized doll. I think it'd be fun. And take up a lot of yarn.

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Well, shoot. I followed up on all three of those bites for my desk this morning and haven't heard anything yet. Big jerks.

This weekend I'm going to Redmond to visit my mommy. On Saturday mid-morning she's going on a walking history tour of Redmond, and I'm going to tag along.

I have a lot of sore muscles today. They got worse as the day went on.

Next comes dinner and photo work.