November 6th, 2008

corset & bougainvillea

Taking a moment.

Over the course of the day, my ecstasy has not only become muted but has transformed into a sadness for a variety of reasons.

Tomorrow, weather willing, I'm planning to head somewhere outdoors for a jaunt with Java the Mutt. Maybe Tilden, maybe somewhere in Marin.

Then in the evening I'll have another class at Hand to Hand, and while my shoulders and thighs and lower back are still sore from Monday night's full twisting punches and front snapping kicks and sustained horse stance, I'm looking forward to more punching and kicking and an hour to simply focus on what my body is doing instead of what's happening in my head and my heart.

As an aside, after class on Monday, the instructor mentioned that she wouldn't be able to sleep that night because she'd be so nervous about the election, that she might just stay up vomiting from anxiety. While wandering around in the big crowd of screamingly happy, drunk activists dancing, singing, drumming, and playing capoeira at the corner of Broadway and Grand last night, hugging friends and strangers alike, I ran into that instructor and her girlfriend. "Landslide! Landslide!" she screamed, smiling, and hugged me.

Yep, Hand to Hand is where I need to be training. That chance meeting last night was a good reminder of why.
corset & bougainvillea

If. Then.

If you don't know what you're talking about? Then shut the fuck up.

Yes, Thursday is shaping up to be full of even more fail than Wednesday was. The stupid burns, man. The stupid burns.

I think I lost my camera with all my photos from Hallowe'en, Day of the Dead, and election night. Today I have to craft a letter that won't burn bridges and somehow be diplomatic when I'm feeling very insulted and disrespected and want to say fuck it, if not fuck you.

BUT! I learned that if one should accidentally get fake blood on a borrowed $400+ silver lame custom-made over-bust corset, then baking soda, a couple drops of water, and a toothbrush will get it out. Thank God. I really do not want to have to pay for a corset that requires lacing down to 18 inches. My kidneys would be very unhappy if I owned that thing. And so would my very broke ass.

Boy, am I going to enjoy class tonight.