7 hours of work, and do you know what my phone didn’t save? Fucking Shala tim…
7 hours of work, and do you know what my phone didn’t save? Fucking Shala time. 10 minutes early was 5 minutes late. I can’t win 🙁
7 hours of work, and do you know what my phone didn’t save? Fucking Shala time. 10 minutes early was 5 minutes late. I can’t win 🙁
I woke up at 3 without my alarm, in the midst of a dream in which I was giving Heather Locklear a career pep-talk.
Jesus, the pollution. I haven’t thought I might need my inhaler in (I swear to Vishnu) years. YEARS. Anyway, we’ll do that again on Tuesday.
I’ve spent the past 7 hours debugging the fuckery that iTunes Match inflicted upon my iPhone. Finally fixed, and better than before. Going to the cricket field to do wind sprints– a little bit of HIIT does the body good (plus maybe I’ll pass out at 8, so I can be up and well-rested for…
Led Primary, chanting, Sanskrit, philosophy, and two trips to the Ramakrishna ashram. Today was busy, but had a keen reminder to count my blessings: I saw a funeral procession today. It consisted of a flower adorned handmade chair, the deceased strapped in, carried and paraded to the crematorium. Tambourines and gongs, laughter and tears.
I’m super grateful for the help of my friends. Thank you so much Marky for being there for me in a pinch. I get to share pictures on my blog now because of Your Savvy. *hugs*
This is surprisingly accurate 🙂 http://crossfitsouthhills.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/paleo_NicoleVoelzke.png
<3 A bit from KK about that NYT piece. My response hides in its comments.
I am super intimidated by my Sanskrit class. Holy. Cow.
Two things: 1.) I do not smell like America. 2.) This farmers tan is outta hand. … I will be fixing both promptly.