So the day before yesterday, this housecat had a funny feeling about going to yoga. It's not an easy job - moving. It fucking sucks even though the end-product is great. I had finally moved most of my stuff and was contemplating an early evening nap as is the custom of the housecats. DV was out and had said that she would come back for yoga. This is what happened afterwards:
- Decided not to be the little sucker (bad decision, being a sucker suits me)
- Hauled ass up to Yogaloft
- Found it closed
- Cursed
- Told self on the way back that I should pay more attention to my funny feelings
- Came to the big intersection
- Waited for the pedestrian light to come on as any conscientious citycat should do
- Started crossing and looked left while almost in the middle of the street
- Saw a car coming towards self pretty faster than is good for my health
- Tried getting out of the way of the tires
- Got hit in the legs and tossed into the air (Yay, Housecat is now Flyingcat!)
- Spent the next six hours in the ER having the greatest time with DV and RN.
- Decided not to be the little sucker (bad decision, being a sucker suits me)
- Hauled ass up to Yogaloft
- Found it closed
- Cursed
- Told self on the way back that I should pay more attention to my funny feelings
- Came to the big intersection
- Waited for the pedestrian light to come on as any conscientious citycat should do
- Started crossing and looked left while almost in the middle of the street
- Saw a car coming towards self pretty faster than is good for my health
- Tried getting out of the way of the tires
- Got hit in the legs and tossed into the air (Yay, Housecat is now Flyingcat!)
- Spent the next six hours in the ER having the greatest time with DV and RN.
