Yoga Leggings

I have a new obsession...and I know I went overboard (especially since I only started yoga 2 weeks ago and am completely unflexible)...but...yeah, just try not to judge me.  They're just so comfortable!  And they were on sale...nearly half off....so I just had to get as many colors and styles as I could, you know?  You probably don't know.  Oh, the power of the sale...

But in all seriousness...yoga is as close to meditating as I will get.  At this point, I find it really...REALLY hard.  I can barely touch my toes and transitioning from position to position without falling on my face takes a lot of concentration.  But ultimately...I hope it will help me find my zen......

Lately I find sleep exhausting.  I envy those people who never remember their dreams - it's much more of a hassle than it's worth.  I used to think dreaming was a sign of creativity, but now I think it's just a sign of insanity.  The crazy people who can't stop thinking or clear their mind are haunted by visions and delunsions by day AND night.

I'm going to the city tomorrow to check out an apartment...or rather a room in an apartment that I would be subletting.  I'm excited because...well, it's the city and it's close to my future office.  But I'm also kind of terrified. At first I couldn't WAIT to start apartment searching, and all I did was calculate and recalculate ways to divide up my future paychecks...(talk about counting your chickens before they're hatched..)  But now, I'm kinda terrified.  Even IF I found a place I liked, and they got my John Hancock on the lease...I wouldn't even know where to begin with the whole...'living an independent life' thing.  But anyway, west village is kinda gorgeous and I'm excited to go into the city tomorrow.  Adventures...

My boyfriend's very old, but lovely Sheltie...I wonder if she's dreaming about vacuum's and fire hydrants...