I'm baaaaaaack.

I bouldered for a total of three and half minutes today. it kicked my hiney hardcore, made me sweat like a chump, had my heart pounding like someone found my stash (of CHOCOLATE you gutter-heads) and felt oh. so. good.

after attempting to send a couple of the new problems (in denim capris, a baby-doll top, and someone else's shoes-it was a sneak attack. the wall just snuck right up on me), I fell out on a mat, took a little breather and thanked god my lungs didn't explode.

I can climb.

sorta...

but its a start.

in other news I finally put that second coat of what-the-fiznuck-was-i-thinking green on the sunroom today. I was pretty whooped, coughin and a little drunk...so I'm hoping it doesn't look like total ass in the morning...but would probably get a good laugh out of it if it did.

I mean, come on...it's froot loop green...how can it possibly look right? my poor little very traditionally styled house chock full of auction found antiques is getting a little worried. it saw the "americana" swatch I have picked out for the living room.

I'll bet dollars to pesos I wake up tomorrow and something's broken as a retaliatory strike.

I just hope it isn't the fridge.

t'would be a shame to lose the ketchup and mustard. at this point, they're the only thing left edible in the house.