Over the weekend I started battling some kind of bug. Since I have to travel for work this week, I decided to throw everything at it.
I slept a ton. I drank a pitcher of orange juice. I doubled my vitamin intake. I practically bathed in green tea. I flushed my sinuses with a neti pot. And I went to yoga for a restorative practice with the thought that it might help stimulate my lymph production. (Um, yes. I might not go in for astrology or some of the other freaky shit, but I definitely will give a nod to natural/holistic remedies when it comes to health.)
So last night I went to yoga and had a few very random – and not very zen – thoughts. Without further ado…
Ugh. This is stupid. I should be home under a blanket.
I wonder if I’ll make anyone else sick?
I should try not to look sick so people won’t get upset with me for being here.
I bet I have “sick breath.”
I’m really glad they have a bowl of lifesavers in each classroom.
That’s a nice touch.
They should also have a bowl of BeanO.
How funny would that be?
I wonder if that guy with uncontrollable farts switched studios.
Or maybe he wasn’t embarrassed. He didn’t seem to be.
If I lost control like that, I think I’d be mortified.
I wonder if anyone would recognize me after that?
I don’t think I’d recognize that guy in a police line-up.
I guess I could always cut my hair rather than switch studios.
It’s funny how people often identify people based on their hair.
And now, as I look at this, I realize: 80% of my blog content is about farts, yoga or farts at yoga. Perhaps in 2011 I will rename it “PithyPants and Stinky Mats.”
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