Some days are yoga days, and some just aren't. Some days, nothing makes me happier than having the deepest pigeon of my class, some days, all I can think about is going home and eating brownies or something equally caloric.
Today was a real deal yoga day. I guess I have to have one day of extreme Zen in preparation for the ensuing chaos that is Winter Music Conference. For all intenstive purposes, the general population's obsession with house music began to fade after my junior year in college. But for one week in March, Miami Beach is swimming in sea of glow sticks, Tiesto wannabes and fist-pumping guidos...and more than a few of my compadres from undergrad. Should be a good time once I get past the unavoidable migrane from all the drum 'n bass.