I love Conan O'Brien??

I had a freaky dream about Coco last night. Not freaky as in weird (well, maybe I guess), but freaky as in kind of kinky-freaky. (Get your head out of the gutter...it wasn't THAT dirty.)


All I can ask is: WHAT THE HELL IS ALL OF THIS HOT YOGA DOING TO ME (other than helping me lose weight)? I mean, there has to be some sort of explanation for this dream. I rarely dream, period, and when I usually DO dream it tends to be some sort of tragically graphic nightmare, so, I repeat: What the hell?

Maybe my body is trying to tell me something....

I mean, I do have a thing for tall guys. Maybe that's it? And the dude is pretty damn funny.



I was at that very show, by the way. Masterful.

Dave Matthews was a really pleasant surprise too, obviously:



Getting back to the point...all that sweating from yoga must have really "flushed out the toxins" in my life, I guess (figuratively-speaking). And well (literally-speaking), that and the fact that I now drink about two liters of water a day. WARNING: This is going to be TMI for a lot of you, but I've been drinking so much water that I freaking pee CLEAR. I consider this to be pretty damn fantastic, but completely apologize if it grosses you out.

Or maybe all that heat is just frying my brain cells. Kind of like a mirage...

Anyway, I guess we will have to see what kind of dreams I have in the future. Next round of hot yoga is Thursday night!

Song of the day: "Skinny Love" Bon Iver (seems pretty appropriate for Conan, I think)