The shirt I'm wearing today (and also wore yesterday) has a hole in it, I just found out. A kind of noticable one, in the back. Nice.
I went to yoga at 6 this morning, and the teacher, David, was someone I hadn't met before. Everything was all fine and normal and then it was time for Savasana (how ever you spell that), where you lay on the floor and it's really quiet. Well, it was really quiet for about 15 seconds, until David's voice rang out clear and loud, singing: "I went down to the river to pray, studyin' about that good old way..." I darted my eyes around, trying to see if anyone else looked like they thought it was kind of hilarious. Nope. Everyone was just laying there looking peaceful. And then David got to the chorus and did a little word swapping: "Oh, yogis, let's go down, come on down, don't you wanna come down. Come on, yogis, let's go down, down to the river to pray." It was too much. I had to leave or risk laughing out loud.