windows and wimps

This bar thing has ruined me for early nights. Even on the majority evenings when I'm not working, I seem unable or unwilling to sleep before 1AM.
Okay, so my addiction doesn't help.
After an indifferent beginning, Grey's Anatomy has pulled me in, and pins me there, keeping me hanging from episode to episode. I feed my need by downloading the next and the next, so I can keep turning these visual pages.

Its humid tonight. I have my large window open, and I can see the silhouette of the big beautiful trees outside, darker than the sky.

Outside the window at work yesterday, in a parked car, 2 lovers kissed for what seemed like forever. We laughed, my boss got bored and walked away, but I was transfixed. They kissed in the way you kiss when you first learn how to. On and on,...v-e-r-y...s-l-o-w-l-y,... practice makes perfect. She was the one to come up for air first, and even from where I sat, she looked giddy, as she smoothed her hair with one hand,more in a gesture of composure than action.
I am distracted by someone and when I turn back to them a moment later, the car is gone.

I miss my old combat classes. They don't have them at my new gym. They DO however, have 'boxercise', which in case you were wondering, is NOT the same thing, as i discovered this evening.
Walking into a class that was 80% dudes was not a good sign. Being forced to skip until i fell sick (okay, so i skipped maybe 10 or 15 times) was also not a good sign. And if i had wanted to jump from a proper push-up (not a girly one) into a star-jump repeatedly and at a stupid speed, i would've joined the army. Being handed the stinkiest cheesiest rotten feet smelling gloves, to put on my hands, was the straw that broke the boxers back. Washing my hands afterwards ike an obssessive compulsive (by afterwards i mean, 15 mins before the class actually ended) i say Buh-bye to Boxercise!
It's been real.

Found out this week, that no less than FIVE recent test shoots that i've done, are going to be published. Thanks Universe.