Yesterday was hard

I woke up with a terrible migraine/hangover and ended up spending the whole day in bed. I did not succeed in becoming unattached to the pain this time. It was too awful. Will try again next time, but as always, hope there will not Be a next time. I didn't realize yoga would be quite so difficult but I was very close to blacking out or leaving the room on multiple occasions. No more drinking and going to yoga the next day!

Sunday night, the night of drinking, was great though. Met lot's of people, had this amazing dinner featuring tamales and grilled veggies. Also, expensive tequila, red wine, and port (a trifecta of PAIN), followed by impromptu grindy gropy dance party with strangers! By the end of the evening my elbow joints were in pain from all the people tugging me up onto the dance floor

Anyway, my 2 days of pretty severe migraines since getting here have reminded me to take better care of my body. I'm starting to prepare for my fast today. I don't think I need to be as severe in preparation as last time, but I'll still try to eat more produce, less meat, smaller portion sizes, and for sure no more alcohol, cigarettes, OTC meds, or MSG for the next few days. Going to yoga again tonight, if only to prove that I can do better. C'mon body, I can be good to you, just give me one more chance baby.

My neighborhood is so cool. I imagine all my neighbors to be artists and former reactionaries. Every window I look into has cool stuff going on behind it (and almost every house has a huge bay window like ours): easel with painting in progress, thousands of books, crazy lamps hanging from the ceiling, decor ranging from old timer fisherman to retromodern. Every house's architecture different, some 1800's classic, others straight out of Georgia, some with portholes, one with about 12 cones pointing out of the top. Zig zagging paths scattered about leading up the hill to Seatoun Heights (there are many ways to get up there on foot but it's harder by car-which is why one dude has a fucking outdoor elevator up to his home). If my mother ever visits me here, I can't wait to take her around my neighborhood, these people seem like characters straight out of her books; she'd love it.