Cleansed!
After being around a lot of pot fumes these past two weekends at both the Fremont Solstice and the Gay Pride parades--pot fumes to which I am DEEPLY allergic--I desperately needed to clear out my system.
So...I went to martial arts class. And though the class itself was kind of miserable--totally on my end; I've really let myself get out of shape--I felt like a bajillion smackeroonies coming home. Probably didn't hurt that I was listening to my favorite Roxette tunes on the way back.
Now, for one hell of a shower, and a fairly healthy dinner, maybe watch my news programs and work on the webcomic. Speaking of which, Friday marks my one year anniversary of doing The Adventures of Kanira Baxter; I'll have to find a way to celebrate that somehow.
Anyway, I'm off to wash myself. Ta!
So...I went to martial arts class. And though the class itself was kind of miserable--totally on my end; I've really let myself get out of shape--I felt like a bajillion smackeroonies coming home. Probably didn't hurt that I was listening to my favorite Roxette tunes on the way back.
Now, for one hell of a shower, and a fairly healthy dinner, maybe watch my news programs and work on the webcomic. Speaking of which, Friday marks my one year anniversary of doing The Adventures of Kanira Baxter; I'll have to find a way to celebrate that somehow.
Anyway, I'm off to wash myself. Ta!