Cereal, coffee and vitamin-laced orange juice with AMA
Write from 9:00 to evening, with breaks for lunch, dancing goofily around living room, e-mail, and making tea
Ritualistically fill up my water bottle and head to Bikram class
Sweat profusely for 90 minutes
Come home in time to pretend to write a little more
At 11:00 PM, plop down on couch to watch Friends in syndication, making sure to hit the mute button during that retarded opening theme song. After shunning it for seven or eight years, I have grudgingly accepted this show into my heart. It is pretty funny.
Pretend to write some more, but really I'm checking e-mail and reading uneven journalism (like I should talk...although this is just a web diary, not journalism.)
And that's it til I'm done with the book and can move on to a more varied routine.
I like having a routine. I'm fascinated that the Bikram routine is the same every damn time, and yet my body responds differently from class to class. Last night I was struggling to stay afloat, and gulping water like it was...water. The day before that I was feelin' like a pro.
The true meaning of love one's neighbor is not that
it is a command from God which we are to fulfill,
but that through it and in it we meet God.
2001-11-08 1:47 p.m.