As it turns out...
I'm allergic to Toronto. And guinea pigs. But it's not the guinea pigs that irritate my lungs to the point where I attempt to faint during physical exercise. Which is embarrassing when I'm in a class with a whole range of fitness levels and I'm the only one on the floor, wheezing and heaving.
But now I have an elixir of sorts. It tastes like Vics and seems to help both Thomas and me. I went to a class yesterday and learned how to do a rear round house kick, which thrills me to no end, and had no breathing problems. Oh, happy day.
I kind of want to ask my kickboxing instructor to be my friend. We apparently live close together, and she's unemployed other than teaching, so maybe she'd like to come over and hit things with me...? (I am unashamed to admit that she is AWFULLY cute.)
*ponders*
What's my charm level... *tries to access character stats*
Oh wait. Real life.
Blast.
But now I have an elixir of sorts. It tastes like Vics and seems to help both Thomas and me. I went to a class yesterday and learned how to do a rear round house kick, which thrills me to no end, and had no breathing problems. Oh, happy day.
I kind of want to ask my kickboxing instructor to be my friend. We apparently live close together, and she's unemployed other than teaching, so maybe she'd like to come over and hit things with me...? (I am unashamed to admit that she is AWFULLY cute.)
*ponders*
What's my charm level... *tries to access character stats*
Oh wait. Real life.
Blast.