i went roller skating last night

not the best idea to be doing exercise (and for me it is TOUGH work) when its uber smokey outside.

i was led around by this buff guy dressed as popeye who was trying to teach me how to skate. i fell on my ass. hard. my knee, actually. It's funny tho, cuz i used to skate. ALL the time. Every weekend when i was like 12. things change. I felt like i was gonna pass out. The popeye guy made me stand by the wall and do bouncing on one skate exercises. and then he would take me to skate, holding his hands (while he skates backwards) and forcing me to stare in his eyes. he was a little freaky.

anyway, it was silly and strange, and taxing...

now on to finishing my midterm for my creative writing class which will finally be out of my hair.

ugh.

so the smoke is finally getting to me. i don't know if it was because of yesterday's exertion, or just from a week of breathing in smoke and particles, but my throat is all achey and i'm coughing every three seconds. i've had two cups of Murchie's Raspberry tea with lots of honey, but i've had to switch to decaf for the sake of my sanity and now i'm drinking some sort of peppermint herbal monstrosity that i had to put in like 3 teaspoons of sugar to make drinkable. but its hot and honey, so it should help me out.

my paper is done but for proofreading. yay! then i get to schlep to school where its even harder to breathe. blech. yippee.