Yet another disappointment.

Look, he's old!
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I show up to my Pilates class, and immediately smell old lady efferdent stench. I was confused, and no one else seemed to be. Half the class was there, and they were pulling up chairs instead of medicine balls. Then I see the old lady with a butterfly tattoo on her back and she takes the instructor's spot of the room. So, I'm thinking, okay it's been one crazy week so maybe I mixed up the days and I'm in the wrong class.

"Is this still Pilates?"

Old Lady Instructor, "No, it's streching. Your pilates instructor quit this week."

"Oh. So, she's not coming back?"

OLI, "No. Geez. Let's start stretching."

"Sorry. My bad. I thought I was in the wrong class or something."

OLI, "Uh huh. Okay, let's start."

And then everyone gave eachother weird looks, like what the fuck is going on here. Who is this old lady, and why is she weird and why are we doing old lady stretches?

And that's what we all did for an hour. Really. We would stretch one arm for 5 minutes, and then the other. And then when you thought you were done doing that, she made us do it 4 more times. I actually came out of the class more tired than when I came in, which is usually impossible when I work out. But this old hag successfully made me all droppy and shit for Mark's going away party. Ho hum. Now I must look for a different class that's as cheap (free) as my old pilates class.

OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO BEFORE MOVING TOMORROW AND I CAN"T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE OF WORK, AND MARK'S GOING AWAY PARTY, AND MAYA'S BIRTHDAY TONIGHT. AND I"M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT. AND IF MARK CHANGES THE MOVING DATE ONE MORE TIME I WILL SCREAM!!!!