It is only half an hour until I need to head out to my yoga class and I still feel like I've been squished by a bus. I super badly want to go but I keep getting swamped with waves of suicidal ideation and normally my rule then is to not get in the car. Grrrrrrrrrrr... it is only a ten minute drive. And I will almost certainly feel better for going...

I'm also self-conscious because during the storm this morning I managed to put some extremely noticable scratch marks down the side of my face. But I don't talk to anyone at the class. But then they do have mirrors all round the room. Grrrrrrrrr... FRUSTRATED!

I think I will go. Methinks this is what you call a conflicted turtle. Thank you for listening.