In which I get up before Mom

Now that you've recovered somewhat from the state of shock into which my title surely sent you, I will explain. For some reason, I signed up for a crack of dawn (actually, pre-dawn is more accurate. It was still dark when I went in.) Yoga class. The class was nice, although they're going to make me get a Pima college ID, the indignity of which I had heretofore (Did I spell that right? Did I use that right?) avoided. Ahh well. One can't fight against a certain amount of bureaucracy. Why my driver's license is inadequate is anyone's guess. THAT at least couldn't be bought for $2 and 10 minutes in line. It was more like $20 and 3 hours in line. Not to mention tests and 3 forms of ID including my birth certificate. But whatever. All I know is that Trixi over at NW campus is going to have to take my picture and hit print before I can go to my next class. Iiiiidiot. (You MUST SEE Napoleon Dynamite if you didn't get that.) So now, since I got up a good three hours before I would otherwise have, I'm a good 3 hours tireder. I feel like I had WAY too much coffee and then flew all night. It's a curious sensation. So here's to bed: may it refresh us all.