So frustrating. I'm trying to do the right thing and these obstacles keep popping up. Fuck. At least I have a poster made. I guess I won't be copying it until tomorrow. I'll put them on poles on my way home from work. On the bright side, walking to a few copy shops for nothing helped me walk out some of the lactic acid in my thighs and buttocks. Ocean tried to kill us yesterday at boxercise. She made us do all these ridiculous squats. I can't wait to see how hot I'll be by the time my birthday comes around. I mean, if I think about the little improvements I'm noticing now after an hour a week for 4 weeks (4 classes over 5 weeks, really) and then multiply that by the fact that I will be going for two hours a week starting next week and adding an hour or hour and a half of yoga...Oh boy. Oh, and feeling good. I'm happy to think of how great I'll feel by then too. it's not just about looks.

I've had a great couple of weeks. Maybe sometime I'll have the time or motivation to tell you all about it, but right now I'm going out to my step-sister's new house in Cole Harbour.

Last year I was happy to be back working at the Paper Chase (and reading about crazy shit like the astral plane).