totally better than heroin, and better for you - i am now officially hooked on 'so you think you can dance'. L had an episode on her computer, and she, T, MC, and I spent a very enjoyable hour on the edge of our seats wondering which of the couples would make it to the next round, second-guessing the judges, speculating on whether one of the judges was actually drunk/high (the hot tamale train lady, for any followers of the show), criticizing the outfits/song choices/choreography.... so much fun. for my next three months of self-improvement immersion (i prefer to call it that, rather than vacation) perhaps i will have to go to dance camp. tango? bollywood? you all will just have to wait and see.)
speaking of dancing, the exercise-weather interdependency has been definitively proved as far as i'm concerned, although there does appear to be an 8-12 hour lag time. no run yesterday morning -> overcast by the evening, raining a little bit this morning. 40' run and 20' yoga this morning -> sun out by 3 p.m. i officially control the weather. you better be nice to me.
TOTALLY pathetic awful unsatisfactory stupid rubbishy drawing session (luckily i was starting a new drawing, rather than ruining a previously completed drawing). don't even wanna talk aboudit it was so bad. and i burnt my lunch again (a little fahrenheit-celsius conversion problem. i decided to guess and not actually do the maths. not a good idea. worth doing the maths, as it turns out). in the afternoon, day two of real painting.... i would just like the world to know that the teacher declared my rounding of the right shoulder to be, and i quote, "perfect." perfect! i have achieved perfection! and i am only 34! where is there to go from here, really. (she did, to be honest, follow the 'perfect' comment with, 'so i wouldn't touch it again, you don't want to ruin it, now here are three million other things you might want to consider changing,' but still, that 'perfect' is getting inscribed on my pompe funebre when the time comes.). master copy coming along nicely as well, slow but steady; i have gotten about a fifth of it done. if i don't get sucked into anymore downloaded reality TV over the weekend, i might be in with a shot at getting it at least halfway done. i wonder if not being a regular TV watcher (or heroin addict) makes you extra susceptible - i remember going from utterly dismissive to completely dependent within about twenty minutes of an episode of America's Next Top Model. it's probably a good thing that the internet connection is so, er, sedate here, or i would not be able to get off youtube...
bonne nuit a tout le monde.
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