The Sseuse Will Rise Again

Today, I was massaged by a man. The majority of it, from what I could tell, was made up of vulcan death grip variations and lighting a pasta noodle cutter on fire and running it down my spine. I'm very loose now, but I'm not sure if that's from my muscles being relaxed, or my bones being ground to a fine powder. The great news though, is that I just thought of my blog the whole time (except when he moved to my 'hips' and was absolutely massaging my butt and I got distracted there for a minute) and it must have opened up some kind of blog-determined channel that cleared my mind--I figured out how to get into my very own blog AND I even figured out how to put an (illegal) image into my very own blog! I really have to thank my friends for inspiring me and for their sublte shaming to post again (thank you Emily!) for this breakthrough.
In other news, I'm taking the lake part of a scuba class this weekend so please everyone in the blogosphere pray that the weather reports for 40 degrees and rain are a little meteorlogical joke. Have any of you done it? Any advice? Everyone says just don't panic when you're freezing and you can't see and the leeches start emerging. It doesn't seem like very good advice to me.