In case you don't go to Bikram Yoga (which I suspect include everyone on my entire fl), you're only supposed to go to the front of the class if you have a really good, consistent practice. My last two classes before yesterday were full of THE SUCK. So I said sure, slightly flattered, but also INCREDIBLY FREAKED OUT. I have guilt monkeys that swim around my tummy and eat out my soul every time I sit out a posture in class, and the front-of-class guilt monkeys are TWICE as vicious.
BUT I DID IT AND I LIVED TO TELL THE TALE. It was actually pretty good for my practice to be in front, it made me focus a little more. I don't know if it's going to be a regular thing, though.
ALSO! There was something else I was going to post about. Do I remember what it was? Hell no. *thinks...thinks very hard...* Argh, I don't even know. HARRY POTTER! DINOSAUR COMICS! CEDAR POINT!
There. I think that just about covers things.
ETA: I REMEMBER, I was going to mention that I've recently discovered I am fond of Bonnie and Clyde! When we were in San Antonio this past weekend, we went to a museum that had a display about them, and I found out that when they were ambushed and shot to death, they were my age. Their life plays out in such a way that it would fit perfectly into a movie, and I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of a really good director doing a new Bonnie and Clyde movie. I would watch it, is all I'm saying.