rent uhaul. check. coordinate with steve casper on the moving timetable. check. confirm that alexis the cute mother of one who is moving out of my soon to be place in red stick is, indeed, giving me all her furniture. check. cross another day in dallas off the calendar in my mind. double check. gotta change the bills and the address and put my name on the power and other bureaucratic intangibles. nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile as the song goes. or is it nothing left to do but shit, smile, and shave? and when do i shower? please pass the acid.
running and biking and swimming each and every day at the coppell ymca. i typically despise cardio. for some reason, i’m totally jazzed with it now. can’t get enough. almost erotic in its allure. i can’t wait to get to the y every day. i think i’m experiencing that runner’s high they talk about. it’s new … i like it. i haven’t done so much cardio since i was running track in 8th grade. as i write this, i can clearly see this information appearing in my obit after i drop dead in the upstairs cardio room of the coppell ymca. may there be a lovely cpr certified lass on the elliptical across from me who whose paramedic yet tender embraces transition me to the other side. please don’t talk about me when i’m gone …
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