Bikram. Again.

This time, I didn't get sick, but I'm not sure how good it was that my face kept on turning violet, Violet (and a very special Hooray for Anything t-shirt to anyone who gets that pop-cult allusion. That is if I had any to give).

I hate it when I'm barely able to do just one of the basic poses while someone decides to show off and goes into full Swan lake, Pretzel pose. It's usually some woman too, which makes it that much harder to concentrate on your breathing.

One of the middle-aged Chinese women next to me farted during a stretch.