One of those days

If I had it to do over again, I wouldn't do it any better. I'd skip it entirely.

I felt like a salmon swimming upstream. A really bitchy salmon. A really bitchy salmon with a back ache from trying to keep up with that bendy little twit who rolled her beady little eyes at me during yoga last night. (Fuck you, bendy twit. Fuck you.)

A really bitchy salmon who sucks at competitive yoga. That's me.

And if you don't think yoga is competitive, I'm afraid you don't really understand salmon.