Is the obsessive posting back, now that I've gotten back into the swing of the blog? It seems so. Just finished up with my two classes for the day. And the not sleeping is catching up to me. *sigh* And, my hands stink a whole bunch. I've washed 'em a few times now, but they still smell like the focusments we used in self-defense today. It's like holding hands with a thousand sweaty boxing kids. Ew. However, class did kick my ass a little bit today, which is good. I want that class to get me. And it was ripe with poetic possibilities. Am I too much of a poet, in that I look for poetry everywhere? Or do we all do that? We, poets, not we, everyone. My instructor was doing this magnificent sort of stick fighting when I went into class, body locked to the guy who was teaching her, sticks and arms and legs flying even as he told her what to do. It was lovely. She's so graceful. I have to do dishes today, because our apt is starting to smell a little bit. Yuck. But it's nap and food time for this 'lil Hoosier. Eggs. Because eggs are full of potential. An egg has the ability to surprise you every time. It's like a present that you can eat.