matter over mind

it took me forever to get out of bed this morning. monday. the weekends are so predictively short. 2 more weeks and i'm back in paris. the first 7 weeks have flown buy, day after frighteningly identical day. like robots. the yoga factory. most everyone i speak to, have constant deja vu. we have postulated that perhaps the sensation of deja vu occurs when you meet people you have meet in a previous life. vegan salami paninis. what's happening to me?

morning class was interesting. i was in a horrible mood this morning. it was taught by a flamboyant, talkative, gay asian guy. in his previous life (yoga talk for before becoming a professional yoga teacher), he was a hairdresser. hair by him. body by bikram. he said. he, on one hand, was so energetic and hilarious, nice for a monday morning class. i, on the other hand, was so grumpy, disgruntled, and had almost nonexistent power to fight the little voice in my head that tells me such things as:
-"drink lots and lots of water in huge gulps",
-"it's too hot in here"
-"you drank too much water so you feel queasy and it's way too hot in here so fuck the yoga, just sit down"
-"what the fuck are you doing? sitting doesn't cut it, lie down"
-"it is still too fucking hot, you must embrace your ice cold bottle of water in a shameless act of desperation to cool down"

so maybe at best, i did almost all of the standing posture series. also refererred to as the warm up for the rest of the series of postures. so somewhere at the end of warmup, i went down. for good. and i didn't give a damn that i was down.

we had a guest lecturer, a physicist. he made a presentation using general physics to introduce his theories on consciousness - it's physical manifestation as scientifically measurable energy. something like that. it was really a topic i am interested in, but like many others, too exhausted to even really pay attention.

tonite's class was good though.