gawd, I'm beat.

Three shifts in the last few days... Prolly eight hours or so of massage... Not to mention several hairyscary driving lessons and a trip to IKEA(guaranteed to drive sane folks mad and mad folks absolutely stark raving looney-but the meatballs are tasty).

It's been pretty cool so far, working my new job. Really like getting up and hopping one short bus(just enough time for morning meditation in the fog on the way in)to work... And it's been a good stretch of my legs walking home(so sunny and pretty today and holyshit there's a gigantic-we're talking glacialmountainsize boulder in my hood, just sitting there in someones front yard-strange to see something so wild and sacred in the middle of Wedgewoodian suburbia) Was that a long enough parentheticalization? Can you tell I'm whacked?

Other pluses about my new job: really warm friendly people and hey, massage is just a really nice thing to do for people. High customer satisfaction, lots of grateful thanks... Rockin' heat lamps above the tables-sometimes I just lay myself down inbetween clients and soak up the orange glow for a while. It's kinda surreal and scintillating, bright golden orange warmness that turns everything and everyone pretty shades of roseypinkish.

I love being able to take someones achy body into my nice, big, strong, skillful hands and sweetly ease them into a blissed out state of healing. Or really dig in with my boney elbows and knobbly fists and make a difference to someone whose muscles are all tied up in knots. It's good having a job that really benefits folks and makes them feel good at the same time, I'd hate to be a dentist!

Now I just need to get one myself-man am I sooooooooore!

hee.

Otay, time to crawl off to bed, wonder if I can keep my eyes open long enough to see what sort of trouble Grania, She-King of the High Seas is getting into?