So yesterday I woke up and only had two emails waiting for me. Which meant that I had received 13 emails in about 30 hours.

Normally, I would have received 300 emails in that time--of course, most of them would have been spam, and I wasn't completely broken-hearted about missing them, but I did rather want to have a glance at it myself rather than not getting it all.

So I rang up Earthlink-Mindspring and told them that there was something clearly wrong. I spoke with some idiotic fellow in India who sent me a test email that arrived immediately, so he said that there was no problem at all. Apparently, the several test emails that I sent to myself not arriving, the complete silence on every mailing list that I subscribe to, and my not receiving a single notify from a single journaller were not nearly as significant as my receiving one email from India.

Fine! So I hung up, went to the website and started filling in a complaint form, though I knew that when they emailed me back, I wouldn't receive it, so along with my root email address, I included my Yahoo email address. And that started me thinking, "Hmmm, maybe it is my root email that I am receiving and it is my hedgehog email that has disappeared!"

So I sent myself another email, this time to my Earthlink-Mindspring email address rather than to my domain address. Which arrived immediately. And I thought, "Um, did I pay for my web hosting this year?" Nope, sure didn't! So I paid it, and for the next couple of hours, my mail came in in dribs and drabs.

And yes, it was mostly spam. But it was my spam, and I wanted it.

So I wrote my last piece for Erin's book, then went into town for my last yoga class.

Fortunately, I didn't have to be at a show, so I could actually stay until the end. Unfortunately, I was late, so I still didn't get to have a whole class. Also unfortunately, I had eaten lunch only about three hours before, and when I walked in, the first thing I had to do was bow position.

Donna was saying about how the navel is the power centre, that it is the centre of many things. She didn't mention that it was the centre of all my spaghetti, but it certainly was. Oof, that was uncomfortable.

After I stopped being forced to stretch my belly, class was much better. It was a class incorporating sound into the sets, meaning chanting during the poses, and since the chanting is singing, it's my favourite part of the class. It's so much easier to keep going when it gets hard if you have something else to concentrate on.

After class was over I took the bus uptown to the theatre to pick up the box office. I didn't leave class early, I didn't rush, and I arrived at the exact same time I did the other two weeks! Not really, had I not just missed a bus I probably would have, though. It sure makes a better story that way.

On my way to the theatre, I brushed lightly by a newspaper machine, glanced down and saw that my arm was pouring blood!

It didn't hurt one bit, I barely knew that I had done it, but there was a long scratch on my forearm that was bleeding like a sonofabitch. I thought it was really cool, and since it didn't actually hurt, I just let it drip.

By the time I got to the theatre, it looked extremely dramatic, but the funny thing is that by the time that it dried, it looked like makeup. I could probably recreate it using fake blood and have that look more real than it did.

Man, I wish my camera was working.

It's warm enough now that I don't have to wear a jacket even at night. I love springtime. Especially now that I am taking antihistamines.

Today's horoscope:
If you manage your money alone, you can't help but do it well. That means it's time to wrestle your checkbook out of the hands of whoever you've been trusting it with. Trust yourself now -- just yourself.

One year ago today:
And of course I really cannot deal with this, not so soon after my Elvis died. I looked and Monty and said, "I thought we discussed this. I thought we agreed no sickness, no death for at least two years. You are not holding up your end of the bargain!"

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