QUICKIE
I'd love to write more about the whole dream interpretation thing . . . but it's almost 2am and I want to get into bed with my houseboy. I got distracted working on my massage therapist's site (yes, that I have not finished after ummm. . . over a year??).

After a couple of days of feeling lethargic and nonspecifically depressed my mood dramatically improved. I spent some time playing piano and singing to myself, managed to get to pilates, came home and took a tub with houseboy and had some sweet sex (by this point I felt euphorically happy) and then we went out for sushi. They had a special sushi/sashimi combo tonight that was generously portioned and soooooooooooooooooooooo fucking good. Starting out with hot salty bowls of miso, and hot salty edamame . . . then laying that soft perfect fish on our tongues . . . oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! The hamachi is definitely my favorite. I swoon over it. I dream of it.

I know this is boring to read about, but I *really* need to exercise more. The gym is having a fucking problem with their classes filling up so I keep waking up *way* earlier than I want, driving to the gym . . . only to find out that the fucking class is full. I usually barely drag myself out of bed and am in no way prepared to substitute a stretchy meditative guided class with *ugh* aerobic exercise on one of those machines. NO way. If the class is full I go home. Needless to say, I've been taking a lot of trips to the gym the past few months and not getting *anything* out of it. Supposedly they are going to add some more classes to meet the demand. They fucking better or I'm going to freak out. But I should also try to get up earlier, have a snack, and be ready to jump on one of those horrid machines too. Anyway, I do feel a lot better when I get a little dose of exercise away from the computer.
posted by Trixie at 5/22/2003 01:51:00 AM -