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Felt like crap last night, this morning, and now.

Sigh.

Okay, yesterday I went to visit my Dad for Father’s Day. I brought him his two favorite things: bourbon and homemade Snickerdoodle cookies. He was VERY pleased.

While I was there, my Mom made me eat a meal. Sigh. She is a VERY persistent Italian mother.

One of the things I ate was some fish. She was *thrilled*. Usually she can’t make me eat anything, and here was this bonus — I was going to eat some animal! Woohoo.

Oh, and I had a bourbon and coke with my Dad. I love having a drink with my Dad. As he handed it to me, I noticed he’d used Diet Coke. Whatever. Maybe he thinks I’m fat.

During all of the eating and drinking, my Dad was loving Waylon. We had a dog when I was growing up and when he died, my Dad was so sad he never got another dog. Oh, and my Mom doesn’t like dogs in the house. That may have played into the decision as well.

Still, Waylon gets to romp around their house, and he and my Dad played tug-of-war and catch and “here, let’s eat some cookies together, and maybe you’d like to try a jellybean.”

Nice.

On my way home, I reached to turn on the radio and realized my right arm was all pins and needles. Uh oh. This can be a precursor to a migraine. Yup, then the right foot was pins and needles, and then the right side of my face. Unpleasant but nothing new, so not a huge deal. I blamed the neurologically toxic effects of Diet Coke.

By the time Waylon and I got home, I felt headachey and gross. I tried to feed him and Maxine. Maxine was into it, but Waylon wouldn’t get near his bowl.

I lay on the couch, he lay on the floor. Bleh.

Early to bed.

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Felt like crap this morning. Waylon ate last night’s dinner for breakfast. It’s a Moon Day, I shouldn’t go to the shala. But you only get to go Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You should take the opportunity. You can take a Moon Day on Tuesday if you still feel bad. Maybe practice will make you feel better.

I shouldn’t have listened to myself. I felt like crap at the beginning and I felt like crap at the end. Only now my stomach felt bad, too. Great. I blame the toxic effect of the fish. Or maybe mercury poisoning, as I had tuna last week, too. I can develop a pretty bad tuna problem pretty quickly. It gets out of hand.

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Kapotasana: crap.
Eka pada sirsasana: crap.
Dwi pada: ditched it because I felt like crap.

Thought: I need to do some chest and hip openers in my yin practice. Oh right, I don’t have a yin practice.

Maybe Mom tried to poison me with the fish because she was bitter that I figured out such a cool present for Dad.

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You know what makes me feel better? “Keeping Up With The Kardashians.” They had a marathon on yesterday. I saw two of them. For some reason, the show makes me feel very happy.

I was talking on the phone with My Gift and said, “I hate to tell you what I’m watching right now.”

She was appalled. “Don’t tell me you watch ‘The Girls Next Door’…”

“Of course not!” I scoffed.

“Right, because even though you watch ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians,’ the thought of watching ‘The Girls Next Door’ is preposterous!”

She shames me.