rm | rawr

I normally never work out with music, because it's just so do whatever I can when I can right now -- very integrated into the rest of my life -- ten minutes for weights here... a long walk there... whatever.

Well dude, I'm a moron, working out with music is awesome. Of course, I might be in too much pain to move tomorrow, but I literally feel inches taller (working out always helps a little, but as I used to be a dancer, music is the one true way to click my posture into place). Hot damn.

It wasn't really a systematic thing, although I got through all the sorts of stuff I wanted to do. I can't be systematic with music (because all of a sudden it's always like, wait, I wonder how my turns are, and I'm practicing some dumb dance thing from my past)... but rawr... definitely got some of the anger revolving around recent events far far from my system. Fuck. That was cool.

Anyway. Have I mentioned how happy I am that eveyone is enthusiastic about the horses? People aren't usually particularly enthusiastic about the stuff I get on things about. They're either skeptical, bored or tend to enjoy in an unkind way the backstory. Of course, part of this enthusiasm is I have a better class of friends these days (you've all been pretty rocking about Australia too), but with my insecurities about physical adventures, this one means a lot.

As per usual, I'm waiting on people to give me money. But hardly anything I can do about that at this moment. But dinner's in the oven, and I'll read a bit more Mists of Avalon in a bit, and then try to deal with the various transitions I can't solve in various things I'm writing.

Have I yet managed to force myself to go to Kim's Video or Kinkos? Yes, well, tomorrow is another day.