yoga...ugh

firstly i must preface this by stating it is like 110 degrees in PDX literally
so this summer semester i m in a yoga class
i dread this yoga class to differing degrees daily
i signed up with the expectation that it was an 'at least somewhat introductory' class
indeed i was way off. it is grouped into 'yoga1+yoga2'
one class to rule all our asses
calling it intense would be misleading
the teacher ascribes to a specific form called bikram yoga
shitz iz crazy
not to mention it meets four out of five business days for an hour and a quarter
so the tomorrow is my last class and it has felt like the ascent to the summit of mount yoga
i was unprepared for such an endeavor
to really top things off, the final class is what our teacher calls 'pink floyd yoga'
now i am happy to have just one more class but this seems ridiculous
i m guessing the ol' teach thinks she is giving us a treat for our last day of class
but let me tell you that listening to dark side of the moon while busting my ass in the least relaxing yoga class after weeks of this shit is like icing on an evil evil cake of death
there are a number of bands i really don't like, luckily i don't have any need to detail those suffice it to say that floyd is up there on the list!

ok, so basically tomorrow night (assuming i get my grade for my last anatomy exam (and it isn't a d or f) is a day for celebrating
i will get a break for a few weeks/months on 'responsible' bedtimes, at least...until my NEXT yoga class starts
luckily i went out of my way to insure that the yoga class will be a reasonable one
it is called 'gentle yoga'
music to my ears
GENTLE mutherfuckers, oh yeah

also, before i forget: i ordered the magma box set which contains every single studio recording they have done starting from late 60's (i think) till present day. (thanks fhank 4 the headzupz)
now if that isn't exciting i don't know what is
over