muscle memories
hello werld.
so, i'm in my fit theory class last nite, learning about how you are in danger when your body stops sweating, and thinking back about a year at this time when I was in the mountainous Northern Vietnamese town of SaPa, and doing 14km hikes and not drinking enough water, and that this was why I was dizzy and stumbling around the streets of Ha Noi! Of course, I learned this at the hospital after I was scared to go and started a family crisis with my cousin for "disobeying" her. Ah, memories.
Friendster has also taught me that Satan has found his Jezebel. GRRRRR. Whatever, the heart is also a muscle. And it's Satan's bday on Saturday, also the day when Kneel is set to go off to sail the world. He promised me a free lunch, but never followed up. Oh well.
And today, after having a great conversation about almost anything but writing with "my editor", I discovered that perhaps my choice of wardrobe was faulty. I felt a bit ridiculous clopping around on my hells on the East Side. Another throwback to last year at this time, remember the geisha slippers to climb the mountains?! Mylanta! all4now.
