this evening emerged strangely: hip hop class (an hour of a missy elliot routine), trader joe's stock up (healthy snacks!), a glass of wine in the lobby bar in work out clothes (so weird in the Hollywood scene of plastic boobs and high high heels), and now back in my glittery room to blog, wine, and do pilates. a strange combination, but it's working for me.
what's not working for me: i can hear all the music in the bar below. untz untz untz. i don't want that unless i'm shaking my booty to it. and clearly blog-wine-pilates are not booty-shakin' activities. switching rooms tomorrow.
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