Dear Friends:
It’s funny that I’ve come to rely on this stupid website as therapy. Like, if I type it, it’s out of my head. I think maybe I’m going to become a self-help guru (wait, didn’t I do that already? No, I was a diet guru for a while. Right.) and promote the internet for healing:- Get yourself a website.
- Post your issues on your new website for complete strangers to view and possibly judge.
- Congratulations! You’re fine!
So, here are the various things that are going on ’round these parts. How have you been?
– I’ve been arm-wrestling people lately. I like the reaction you get when you walk up to someone and shout, “Come on!” and slam your elbow down on the table. I’ve also lost 100% of my matches, but I attribute this to the fact that I’m only arm-wrestling boys. I put up a hell of a fight, though. One of these days I’ll win, and you will hate that moment, because you will never hear the end of it. – The other night at the Y, there was this guy on the machine right behind me, and he was grunting and groaning and making all sorts of terrible unsexy noises. On the recumbent bike, too. I mean, it’s not that hard. You’re sitting down. Anyway, I noticed the noises, but not the guy. Later, as he left, I noticed the guy. For a minute, I suspected it was one of those news expos