On Friday, I died for my sins but on Monday, I rose again, took a shower, got dressed, and am at work. Working.
In Mia the Personal Trainer is Out to Kill Me I told you that Mia, my new personal trainer, was trying to kill me.
Well, on last Thursday she only killed my bottom half, but on Friday she killed my top-half, too. I am fully dead. The entire weekend had be bed-ridden. Well, I exagerate.
But all the walking I did was very Little Old Man.
I could bear the idea of running so I didn’t. Instead, I watched Chinatown and the entire first (and only) season of Wonderfalls.
Met with Nancy for coffee and revisited the Dada exhibit. I could see it again, actually. Dadaism makes me happy, as a buzz-viral-relationship-conversation marketing professional.
