Quick check in

My father (yo, pops) observed that my blogging volume appears to be in indirect proportion to the amount of school work I've got going. And so, I've got to update this damn thing, but it's already after 10 and I've got shit to get done tonight - mainly, hot dreams about James Franco. Oh, and an 8 am yoga class that I swear I'm going to make one of these days.

Got a shout out from a reader/woman I've known since (mumble) (but really long ago) today and she's inspired me to get back to writing this damn thing. I'm reading this book on how to be a yoga-chick (don't ask), but it says you have to journal everything. Fine. But basically all i want to do is be able to be in shape and totally zen about everything, rather than busting the buttons on my cargo pants while I run around with my hair on fire.

I mean seriously: I've gone vegan. Well, "fegan." I've read yoga books. I've watched yoga dvds. I wear yoga clothing. I've considered buying yoga jewelry - i do basically everything I can except actually engage in stress reduction behavior and regular exercise. And then on top of it all, my trainer says today, oh you could never be one of those zen yoga chicks, you're too....

I swear to god, I think she said peppy, but I've kind of blocked it out. Don't ever tell me I can't do something! peppy?!

I can be fucking zen! I'll have to get a refill on the klonopin, but I'm pretty sure I can do it.

Maybe being surrounded by hippies is starting to get to me....

okay, it is now 10:15. Far too late for the zen, calm, totally fucking serene of us to still be awake.

More later. I'm inspired by having an actual READER of this damn blog.

btw, I finished that book on the history of Key West. I know a shitload about pirates now.