steve ross is my new yoga early morning buddy and now i feel long and floppy and am considering stretching even farther at eight.

GO TO SLEEP, GIRL!

nonono, never!

breakfast is never so tasty after you have stayed up all night and you drive through the streets and it's not bright and irritating but it's beautiful and light and gold. banana nut muffin and TWO LOVELY QUARTS of tropicana pure premium made from fresh oranges, not from concentrate orange juuuuuice.

YUM.

and now. instead of more yoga. i think i might steal my brother's literature book out of the living room and read what they have of the odyssey because i never got to read it. and the couple of paragraphs i read yesterday grabbed me with a sharp fishy hook.

no work and no sleep, oh how we love it.