flexagon | The hazards of being a fitness freak

More idiocy last night. I happened to have my tae kwon do stuff in my usual "normal gym" bag and my weightlifting stuff in my usual tae kwon do bag. I braided my hair, clipped my nails so I could make fists, left a good 7 minutes early so I could warm up before TKD, and you can guess which bag I grabbed. Errrrrgggghhhh... Luckily I figured this out while still in the public transit system, and betook myself to the normal gym and lifted weights instead. I had an okay session except for me stupid hammies, which react badly to over- and underuse, and I love my new gym, so it was quite pleasant going there. I'm afraid my TKD friends must think I'm dead though. I had a stupid anxiety dream in which I discovered all these different styles of TKD classes that I hadn't been going to at all... sigh... I also had another dream about Tom's wife. Please, someone tell me it's normal to have obsessive dreams about your first lover's wife right after one gets engaged. This is like the third one, and I don't even want to meet this person.