sunup with my boy. cinnamon on my coffee grounds. Â 27 hours without msnbc, and so far no vomiting, cold sweats, tears (public), or sleep difficulties. banking my sleep for the rest of the year. for one week, naps take on the intensity of an olympic trial. hh fancies...
well, we’re here. it took us 5.75hours. we stopped 3 times because i insisted on recreating some of the highlights of celine’s performance. specifically, the one-legged air guitar ending in a lifted point-flex, point-flex. the calabasas 76 station got the...
the car is packed. the playlists are complete. this evening, after my last class, the beasts, hh and i will depart for a 7 hour road trip. tonight begins my favorite week of the year. pebble beach. my entire family under one roof for 6 days. thursday we’ll feast...
my rope. end of it. me. hello. yesterday’s first french press: 4am, first spin class: 6am……….end of last class: 9:40pm complete sentences ceased around noon; caveman tongue takes less energy and faculty. spin class:...
my weeping buddha needs a week off. hand-carved from a single piece of mahogany, soothing the sorrows of our family, four-legged and two. this is his story as told to me: according to legend, there were two warriors who confronted each other in numerous battles. both...
