monday

Oh no. I am really freaking myself out. I started reading Helter Skelter two nights ago and I am already 260 pages in. It is the most graphic, descriptive and disturbing thing I've ever seen or read regarding the Manson murders, and I can't put it down. I would be reading it right now, but I'm home alone and I'd like to be able to sleep tonight. For some reason, I also started googling haunted places in America and stumbled across the Villisca Axe Murders. Why am I doing this to myself?

In other news, I had a something of an emotional breakdown in my physical therapist's office this morning. I could tell that my emotions were getting out of my control when I started to get a headache- that kind of headache you get when you're trying to suppress tears. I was assigned to 8 minutes on the recumbent bike, and when I was done I was asked if I'd had a nice weekend. "NO!", I said. Then it all came out. Right there in the middle of the office. Another therapist brought me a box of tissues, and my therapist told me that it was okay to cry. When I told her I felt double bad for being upset because at least I could still walk, she told me not to feel like that and pretty much just gave me permission to feel what I was feeling. After a visit that lasted an hour and a half, I went next door to teach my class, and when I got home I bought myself a lavender donut and read Helter Skelter. Oddly enough, that made me feel better. I also did two loads of laundry and ate soup for lunch. There's my whole morning and afternoon in a nutshell.

Tonight I taught a class, and from there I took a class at Hot Yoga For Life. Jill was my teacher, and she has a special place in my heart because it was her class I stumbled into one night while I was visiting Keith before I ever moved here.

I'm off to bed.