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Another yoga day. I didn't feel so noodley after this one, though my inner thighs are still not happy at all. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. I found my exercise mat, which reduces the horror of staring at my fur-covered carpet, and seems to reduce my ass bitching about the spine rolls. Breath of fire is still silly, and seems designed to make you hyperventilate, but I'm getting better at it.

I got my first order from Lush yesterday, and I cannot articulate the joy that is Reincarnate shampoo. My hair smells so good it kept distracting me while I was supposed to be meditating. Jungle conditioner is also magically delicious. (Smelling, anyway. I refrained from tasting them.)

Don't forget about the music meme. I'm going to be sad if people can't guess more of those.

Still not revising. Still not sure how to fix Adam's pov.

I want a new writing project. I know which novel I'm going to try to finish next, but it would be nice to get that lovely limerent buzz of a brand new story falling into place.

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Something like progress in musicland--I can now bow the bass line of "Like Cockatoos" on the cello. Not in a way that's pleasant to hear, but it's recognizable. And I had very nearly figured out "Lovecats" when my blisters started to rise.

And, while dredging through ancient files, I found the beginning of a story I started three years ago and abandoned for lack of plot. And holy shit, it's good. It still doesn't have a plot, but the writing is so good I'm going to find it one.