Brack toe

I have brack toe. 10,897,652 points to anyone that gets that reference which is from one of my top three movies of all time and makes me cry at the end, every time I watch it cause that's how I roll.

In other news the weather, which was supposed to suck all weekend, was absolutely stellar and I don't want to go to work tomorrow and I'm feeling kind of tired and weirdly nostalgic and I want to have a young lover that comes over in the afternoon and reads to me from the classics and I don't want to run any more marathons, I just want to run for the sheer pleasure of it and I also would like to live in Europe and I should really switch to eating all organic vegetables and fruits and I deliberately didn't put the plastic bar down between my groceries and the person's groceries in front of me because I think the person in front should do it and it was only after he (I swear to god this kid isn't legally able to be working, but he's really cute) rang through my Triscuits on the other person's bill that I said, "No, those are mine".

Furthermore I think that all people that are found in a bookstore at 5pm on a rainy Monday are looking for a hookup (except for me, of course) and I felt mildly ridiculous when I walked up to the clerk and asked if she had "The Friday Night Knitting Club" but I couldn't exactly ask for the "Kama Sutra" because I already have that and there are some depictions of sex acts involving toes and I just don't think that's sanitary.

"The Reader" is a good movie.

I slept in until almost 11am today.

I will be doing yoga twice a week at work, after work, starting tomorrow. I hope the instructors are good, not like that time me and Newf signed up for classes in Kerrisdale and the woman spent more time talking about her yogic training and what kind of patchouli oil she favours then she did getting us to try and master reverse side angle pose.

Which I hate.

Should be fun!