Lessons in snobbery

I am slowly getting over the massive soreness from yoga last week. It was so painful over the weekend. I was sore from my biceps to my shoulders to the middle of my back and my legs were also sore. Gah, I'm so glad I can move like a normal human being again.

Anyway, I'm actually being kinda productive for once in my life. I'm going to the gym regularly (I did go for a slow jog even with the soreness). I'm kinda getting my studying done and kinda sorta maybe understanding things. I applied to be a coordinator for one of the free clinics. I've been going to class, which is not as easy as it sounds, those bastards are at 8am. I also signed up for a wine course on saturday afternoons.

Yeah, that's right. I'm actually taking a class to make me even more a snob. Didn't think it was possible huh? The class is a basics course for people who have no clue when it comes to wine. It's also at a wine bar (seems obvious, but the other class was at Whole Foods, so there) in Lincoln Park, which is apparently where all the fun is. The point of which is I'm getting out of downtown, I'm doing something somewhat interesting, possibly meeting new people, and if all else fails...I'm getting drunk. I like my plan. I like it a lot.

The first class is this saturday. It's going to be a partly cloudy day with a high of 10 degrees and a 'real feel' of -12 degrees. Fuck. My. Life. 10! Ten whole degrees as a high! And it's not even going to feel like ten degrees, it's going to feel 20 degrees colder than that. I'm freaking out, man. This really isn't helping me save money either. There's no way I'm going grocery shopping in this weather, so I'll have to have it delivered. There's no way I'm taking public transportation anywhere. I'm pretty sure I'm going to take a cab to the gym, which is an unbelievable thing to do in my mind. Oh and what's the low for saturday? It's -1. With the real feel nonsense of...wait for it...-25! Woooo. So, you know, if you all don't hear from me by Monday, I'm probably in a block of ice somewhere.

There was one bit of good news, which is that Sami got into Albert Einstein's med school, which is so awesome! Eeeeeee! Yes, those are squeals of delight. Such squealing. Selfishly, this means I will finally have someone to visit in New York, and plans are being hatched to see a certain young, male actor naked....er, i mean in a play about some horses or something. Yes...horses. Creepiness aside, it really is great. Go Sami!