My intestinal system is still somewhat cranky, and I have a hell of a sore upper back from bringing stuff up the down esophagator, but otherwise I feel better.
It rained yesterday! (Usually it doesn't rain in Northern California in the summer.) I love the smell of the first rain after the dry season.
My intestinal system is still somewhat cranky, and I have a hell of a sore upper back from bringing stuff up the down esophagator, but otherwise I feel better.
It rained yesterday! (Usually it doesn't rain in Northern California in the summer.) I love the smell of the first rain after the dry season.
Grudging acceptance
I guess I can forgive MTV for trying to mimic the human alpha state if
Virginia Woolf and James Joyce were doing it in print at the beginning
of the 19th century.
Grudging acceptance
I guess I can forgive MTV for trying to mimic the human alpha state if
Virginia Woolf and James Joyce were doing it in print at the beginning
of the 19th century.
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iconaddicts community. So on Sunday I spent most of the day
looking through all of my pictures for suitable icons. I found a bunch,
which I will be posting a few at a time.
Here is the first batch.
iconaddicts community. So on Sunday I spent most of the day
looking through all of my pictures for suitable icons. I found a bunch,
which I will be posting a few at a time.
Here is the first batch. It all reminded me of how crotchety I am. How I demand my comfort and familiarity. As in: I can't sleep in a different bed, or with the wrong cover configuration, or with the wrong pillow, and I can't do without coffee, and I can't do more than 2 hours of dance classes without feeling exhausted.
(On the other hand, given how inactive I am, I am f'ing amazed that I can do 2 hours of dance classes.)
It was quite nice to do some Haitian dance again. I love the snake dance...
In the belly dance class, I just wanted to stand there and practice the basic figure 8 over and over again, but the instructor was told to offer us some instant gratification, so we ended up moving all over the room trying to do walks and shimmies and arms all at once. Too confusing.
It all reminded me of how crotchety I am. How I demand my comfort and familiarity. As in: I can't sleep in a different bed, or with the wrong cover configuration, or with the wrong pillow, and I can't do without coffee, and I can't do more than 2 hours of dance classes without feeling exhausted.
(On the other hand, given how inactive I am, I am f'ing amazed that I can do 2 hours of dance classes.)
It was quite nice to do some Haitian dance again. I love the snake dance...
In the belly dance class, I just wanted to stand there and practice the basic figure 8 over and over again, but the instructor was told to offer us some instant gratification, so we ended up moving all over the room trying to do walks and shimmies and arms all at once. Too confusing.
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