I was going to go to Yoga on Wednesday. I am still on the mailing list for a yoga/massage place where I got some massages almost five years ago, and they sent an email that in the month of January, on Wed from 6:30-7:30 they were having a five dollar yoga class. I didn't go last week because I'd been shopping all day and was kind of out of it. So, I was gonna go this week.
Until my dad came upstairs from his shower to announce that the dranes were back up again, and why did this have to be now since he spent money on the fridge and treadmill and blah blah blah he's broke and we're going to end up living on the streets. (Gee, I wonder where I get my sense of drama and anger issues from) So Roto-Rooter is either on their way or about to arrive, I am hiding in the Cave and not giving a fuck.
So, this means that we have to be cheap and poor for a few weeks, and I can't go to yoga because my pills are due on Thursday so we have to run to the doctors office to pick them up Thursday, and going to town two days in a row is a bad, bad idea. So we'll push it back a week. I am trying to look positive and thinking that by next Wednesday I'll have used the treadmill a couple times so I'll feel more likely to survive the class.
So now I am screwing around on the computer and then I will watch the BCS Championship (Roll Tide!) and crash and get up and tomorrow catch up on my tv (I still haven't gotten to last weeks Elementary, much less last night's Revenge and I'll have tonight's Castle to watch) and wait for the fridge dudes to arrive.
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