i sit here with my entire core sore after i went to aerial yoga on friday. upstairs that night was a weird ass scientology leader conference. that's life in the city, you can be doing crunches while hanging upside down in a silk hammock and just a stairwell away some old people are plotting some kind of sinister shit. anyway, welcome to my weekly retro!
read more »i'm drinking a baja blast as i write this, unsponsored and unbothered after 2 nights in a row of sleeping through without waking up to heartburn and a sneeze and cough attack. pumagreg is cone-free, i am symbolically cone-free, and writing this retro has helped me remember what a crazy week i managed to function through.
read more »as i write this, i'm watching pumagreg cleaning himself for the first time in a week, having just removed his cone. what a feeling that must be for him, regaining the ability to act on his animal brained instinct of cleaning his ass. i wish some of the men in my gym had that instinct for wiping the equipment they use down when they're done.
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