Guys.

Remember this rant?
I hate Bikram. I hate what it stands for.  Im so annoyed by the culture.

I cant stop.  I craaaaave the heat.  Despite the fact that Im so frustrated while I'm in class and leave a disheveled mess (exhibit: A), I still find myself crawling back into the dank, smelly heatbox for another round of pranayama breathing.  I need an intervention.  Is this considered masochism?