Ooommmmmm...

As I try to escape from the hell that is my home I have started to take a Pilates class.

I try to go twice a week - any more than that would work into my drinking schedule.

It makes me feel better. If anything - I am exhausted when I leave an I go home and go to sleep.

I watched a private class yesterday and I really want to try the machine.

Problem is its way out of my realm of expense. This is a tiny studio - my two classes run me $20 a week but its a small class - 3 folks max. The machine class is private and runs $60 a session - or 10 sessions for 600 smackers. I would love to try the machine which looks very masochist but I think I will pass.

Oh well.

I was a member of one of those 30 minute circuit things - I hated it. I felt stupid and foolish listening to the "Simon Says" tape.

I like the sound of whales mating and sniffing incense in candlelight all whilst breathing like I am about to give birth to my barren uterus.

One of my Pilates partners sounds like she's in the midst of orgasm and there is a small oriental lady who farts a lot during the bending postures.

With entertainment like this no wonder I go.