30 Day Challenge Day 8

Wooh, day 8!

Our house is so full of raw food, I don't need to think anymore, I just eat. Eat eat eat eat. And poop.

Yesterday Kris, Brenda, Clodagh and I took 2 yoga classes in a row. Yoga is becoming my JOB or something. I slept so well last night. My back hurts a little today though, but nothing I can't handle.

Actually, right now I just keep thinking about Lost (the TV show). I'm halfway through season 2 and we're gonna start watching season 3 this weekend and I'm so happy they're all holding off for my benefit but I still got 12 episodes to go and the video store didn't have em when I walked over today.

Why is this all I'm thinking about? I sound like Francisco or something. I guess I'm tired of the hunt for the next epiphany or life changing author. I just want to watch some tv and make some money. Maybe at the same time? I haven't bought any new clothes or, well, really, ANYTHING for myself since getting here, other than the basic food/house essentials/toiletries stuff. I would like some money for jeans and a haircut and adventures (and I guess student loans). Christmas presents will be homemade this year, people.

"Uh, umm, thanks for the pineapple can, Vanessa."

"I've got one too, so we can always stay in touch! Get it? Like those old cans on string that...you...talk thru?"

"Huh. Oh, yeah, neat."