Tonight, I decided to suck it up and go to two yoga classes at the studio. Normally it's Lovely Teacher #1 with relaxing yoga, then Lovely & Tough Teacher #2 with ashtanga. I was too blissed out in my stretching to notice that Teacher #2 was absent, and in her place was my least favorite teacher at the studio. I can't explain why I dislike him so much, except that his voice seems to be the aural equivalent of a really condescending bottle of quaaludes. He's all monotone and whispery and overly gentle, which annoys the hell out of me.
Tonight, as he came over behind me to adjust my Half-Moon pose, I really wanted to fart on him.