Tired this morning. Gosh who would have guessed that?
And the first thing I find this morning is that an office masseuse is
coming in today. Chair massage, which is not my favorite, but better
than no massage. Signup is at 10:00.
Something that just occurred to me: it's weird to be naked at work. I
can't think of a job that I've ever had where being naked would have
been normal, except for one brief work-at-home stint.
Really there aren't too many jobs where being naked would be normal.
Various types of sexwork and modeling come to mind. Maybe professional
athletics, if you count showering. Pizza delivery.
Breakfast this morning consists of lightly steamed fresh green beans in
olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I made them last night and forgot about
them after I had a salad, which is leftovers-for-lunch today. Cleaning
out the refrigerator, you know.
The best birthday present I could get is already happening, since I get
to finally go home. The second-best birthday present I could get
involves Hot Babes and a kiddie pool full of Jell-O. Not very likely,
but a guy can dream.
Stopped at the pharmacy today to refill a prescription. My hot-geek-babe
pharmacist was on duty. Turns out she's married. And happily married.
But still very nice, which I appreciate.
I have a 10:45 slot for my massage, and I booked a half-hour. It's not a
90-minute hot stone massage, but it'll do, pig.
Much in the way of movie brainy stuff today. I will hit upon that in a
later broadcast. In the meantime, remember that cremation is still a
viable alternative to the dead coming back to life and eating your