May 31, 2008

Had my first male yoga instructor today; he played opera for us and he couldn't touch his toes. I could, though. Now I feel all floppy.

It's pouring out, and there's wonderful TV on. Shakespeare in Love, A Knights Tale on the commercials, peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich, I couldn't be more content.

Last night was wine and cheese, shared cabs, rooftop drinking games, fellow Astorians, and a feast of chocolate chip cookies. More TK.

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