18 September 2012

I keep writing posts and then deleting them when I get to the end, which doesn't bode well for this post, I guess.

...and I totally did it again. I apparently have all the feelings in the world and no good way to say them. Frustration and anger at self levels through the roof and good vibes in the gutter. It's so bad, I yoga'd angry tonight. I didn't even know it was possible. An hour and a half of me just being really mad about it while doing it. Not in a "this pose sucks" kind of way but really angry at myself for not being better, for not being as good as the person next to me who was apparently made out of rubber, with my teacher for not being...something. whatever. So mad. During yoga. At yoga. I was mad at yoga.

Anyway. Part of it was that my boss is an asshole and I'm in a rut, and there are things I'm disappointing myself about. and it all apparently leads to angry yoga. And I'm not writing, which is deeply frustrating, too. whatever.

And! to top it all off, I stripped my bed this morning and now I have to make it before I can lie in it and wallow. UGH! worst.