Went to a yoga class last night. You know the type of yoga you do in a sauna-esque setting, I think it's called a "hot room"? For a merciless hour and a half? Some participants were wearing wrist and ankle weights which I think I am gonna try next time. Maybe it will help with the insomnia. Maybe it will de-Frankenstein my appearance. Maybe it will help me recognize the stranger in my mirror?
The mirror, a few months ago:
After class, some smoker stopped me on my way to my car, and asked how I liked the class. "It was hard work," I said, "but I think I'll be able to sleep tonight." "Are you single?" he asked. "No, I am married." "Where is your husband?" "He doesn't exist." "You have an imaginary husband?" "No he is real, he just doesn't exist." "That's impossible." "I know. That is why I cannot sleep."