* niqui decides that yoga tonight is for the birds.
YAY!
birds do yoga?
* niqui decides that sitting with a cat on her lap is a better plan.
perhaps they do, wasy, perhaps they do — they can have my slot in tonight’s class, anyway
cats do yoga. let them do yoga on niqui’s behalf.
my cat is doing a wonderful sitonhisassasana right now.
it’s inspiring.
* wasy requests inspiration
and the ability to breathe without difficulty
* twork hands wasy a few cc’s of adrenaline and a syringe
* niqui hands wasy a cat to do sitonhisassasana just for wasy’s inspiration.
my other cat is currently engaged in an inspiring round of meowangrilyatsabrinaforpettingtheothercatasana.
they are truly wise cats.

yeah. so. got home from work (needless to say, i missed the used-to-be-five-is-now-four-fifty #2, or if i didn’t miss it, it came early, so i stood outside waiting for it for about twenty minutes. this would not have been so bad had i not been wearing sandals and a short-sleeved t-shirt, and it was around 50°F.

it got worse as the sun went behind a building and everything became shady.

brr!

i seem to have my lost my sweater cardigan that i wear for a lightweight jacket. at least, it’s not in my office at work, and it’s not in my apartment (and frankly there are just not that many places in my apartment that i could have mislaid it). thus, going to work today in just a t-shirt. i should have worn a denim button-down over the t-shirt; i meant to, but i forgot on my way out.

i miss my cardigan. it’s fuzzy and thick and the sleeves are too long and it’s shapeless and it’s seventeen sizes too big but it’s comfy and i like it. *whine* it was like comfort food, only clothing! that sweater has kept me warm in many a cold datacenter, or while waiting for many a instance of public transit.

so, anyways, i decided to go shopping after work and buy a new jacket. i thought i would go to old navy and see if i could get anything light and cheap, and if not, field’s is right next door. fortunately i lucked out at old navy. scored a little grass-green wool peacoat for $50, and a little pink cardigan for $30, and a couple of other things for cheap, like a little brown sweater hoodie for $12 on clearance. i like my new green coat. it will be a nice leadin to my red wool peacoat, when it gets really cold. actually, old navy had a number of things i kind of liked (oh, the shame of admitting this), but i had to go away because everyone else in the shop made me want to kill them. i was just not in the mood to go shopping. i was mostly in the mood to go home and continue to sulk about how absolutely shitty today was.

then i walked home, freezing the entire way because i was too proud to open the bag and put on one of the things i had just bought (with the tags on? are you mad?!). now i’m home, and my apartment is cosy and warm, and i’m going to make dinner because i’m starving and since i’m blowing off yoga class i don’t have to not eat.

the thing is, i know that going to yoga would make me feel better. it always does. i can go to yoga after a terrible day at work and even if the routine is not terribly hard, it just puts me in a much better frame of mind. walking home from yoga is a really beautiful time to contemplate, partly because it’s at night in the loop (one of my favorite times to be one of my favorite places) and i can sit on the wells st. bridge and watch the lights change color under the franklin st. bridge, or any one of a number of other things. it’s really relaxing. and i know that i should go, because this mood would be completely transmogrified by the end of class. but i don’t want to go. i don’t think it’s so much that i want to continue sulking, really — frankly, the sooner that i forget everything from today, the better (and the less i will want to strangle max with his own entrails for making me cry yet another goddamned time) — but i just don’t really feel like going. i kinda feel like staying home, making dinner, and watching a movie. maybe going to bed early, because i slept for shit last night — i forgot to set my alarm, went to bed at one am, and was still up before six.

i feel guilty for skipping yoga (especially fully knowing it’ll make me happier if i go), but i could always just put in a yoga DVD to assuage the feelings of guilt. or go downstairs and go for a run, though that’s pretty fucking unlikely at the moment.

eh. oh well, whatever, never mind.