Dream of Carnage
Can't remember many details of the dream other then it was a blood bath. I kept wandering from room to room, marveling at the buckets of blood splatter. I think there was some sex involved but I can't remember what, when or where.
I went home and continued to be active. God alone knows why. Managed to knock out 30 minutes of DVD yoga before my shoulders felt like they'd been pounded on with sledge hammers. Finished up with some squats for the hell of it and then danced around in my undies to Mtv for a good hour. This time next week I'll be Back in School, so I'd better get my kicks in where I can.
Tonight I'll be helping Boyfriend give a self defense class to girl scouts. He'll be wearing a cup which, in my opinion, detracts from the potential for great showmanship. After all, it's usually the little snafus which often make the most lasting impression. "Hey remember that self defense class where the instructor got nailed in the balls?"
I'd remember something like that.
In other news, violin practice is coming along. My F# however, still sounds more like a shriek then a note.
Our Saturday will look like this (thank you genrereviews ):
