yoga

yoga helped me on the bus today so i can stand there an not fall as the bus driver took corners a little too quickly and red lights a little too seriously

smoking is like yoga: thinking about breath.

These are not new thoughts and they bother me.

i ate too many cookies.

tomorrow is friday and a half of a friday at that.

i had a very productive day at work. sifted through 40 new emails, processed 5 RFPs, did some of the paperwork for a new group, got a couple of compliments from the boss

but i couldnt think of a quote for my quote board, so my neighbor put one up. Something about character and the true you being what doesnt change when the circumstances do. She drew a shamrock next to it. She might have well have drawn a rainbow and puppy and smiley face. She is 30 and her marriage is falling a part. I hear it everyday through one sided half whispered and half yelled conversations to her lazy, good for nothing husband, who massages her feet, cuts the vegatables, and does other random nice things, but can't manage to do the laundry, get a job or be kind to the neighbors. i have a few opinions of my own but mostly i am just sick of hearing the phone calls. That proverb about the nagging wife is v. true.

I saw V for Vendetta and i really recommend it. Made me think about a lot of things. enjoyable and nice costumes.


Nam, if you are reading this can you tell me what your blog is because i would like to know but i dont know how to find it and i never remember to ask you from werk because werk is a blogless world. Only Amazon and the Latimes are accessible from work. Did you know that the cross word puzzle is not blocked as most games are.

good night.