I told myself I’d meditate this morning but instead I’ve decided to post yet another seemingly never ending obsessive-like mirage of impossibly thin, beautiful woman. I’ve decided to skip tango today and go to yoga instead. It feels right. In a skipping class kind of way. I feel a funk coming on , maybe just today but I have an unsettling feeling in my body. Like I want something and I can’t make it materialize and I’m angry. Mrowr.