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On Thursday, January 15, I went with a friend of mine -- Hannah -- she's real sweet, you'd like her -- to Yoga. At the Yoga Loft. That's free advertising. I'm making no money off of this.

But you know what is happening? I'm becoming a new person, or human being, or something. Yoga -- I've heard -- does that. I loved it. And I'm still kind of sore. And I'm writing this three weeks later. No, it was just last night that I went. But it's that good kind of sore, where there's just a slight soreness all over your body which just tells you that you used all those muscles. Plus, as a very masculine, male, man muscle soreness bothers me not at all.

Sadly my friend Hannah is moving far away in a few months, so hopefully she will be able to help me feel secure in going (possibly alone!?!) to yoga before she leaves town. I believe she's moving to Round Lake, Minnesota to work for Now and Later -- they're putting her in charge of Grape. She'll be in charge of keeping things both "hard n' fruity" and also "soft n' chewy."

It's 1:30am. Tuesday night (the 20th of January). And I'm watching Fight Club. And I know a lot of people, most of whom say they like it. But I don't believe it. I like this movie. I think it's a great movie. I think it accesses something in man, or it comments on the possibility of that accession, and the movie is something that I feel like I totally get. I feel like Lee Marvin would have gotten this film, but I don't feel like most people do.

Or maybe it's that I think there're degrees of understanding it. When I watch this movie and Tyler Durden says "I want you to hit me as hard as you can" -- I feel I get it. I want someone to hit me as hard as they can. He says "how much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight" and I wonder about that.

I've never been in a real fight. When I was a child, and small and chubby for my age, bullies would pick on me; every once in a long while I'd lose it and attempt some kind of attack. This happened like 3 times. But I was always held back by people.

My moods can swing wildly. Always have (but I'm working on it). I've never done anything more illegal than drive 120 miles per hour on the I-5. But part of me -- at times -- wants to fight. And I want to get hit too. I don't want to fight someone and get out unscathed. Don't get me wrong -- I don't want to lose any teeth.

But now, I'm supposed to go to yoga on Thursday (my second time), so maybe I can get all the Fight Club out of me by then. Or because of then. Through the yoga. Who knows?