Today will be my 2nd day without coffee, which is ridiculous to e-say considering how many tears I've wanted to shed over this experiment in self-betterment. See, I got a foot massage on Wednesday, and before I even got my shoes off, old boy is breakin' me down (that's right, it wasn't a foxy dame as I'd've hopped). He asks if I'm stressed. "Sure, Doc." He asks how my intestines are doing. "Well, besides the hernia I will have diagnosed tomorrow and the 4 double-shot Americano(e)s I've been downing on a daily basis leading to an over-active excretory scheduling, they're tip top." He then proceeded to tell my friend/sub-par interpreter some of the deeper elements leading to all the ailments in my body/life.
Now, I'm not usually one to buy into this witch doctoring. This "Oh, hello. You have a limp. You were french kissed by your parents, weren't you?" doctoring. But I gotta admit, the guy seemed pretty in tune and I will be going back to have him massage my whole body. If he offers the happy ending, however...who am I kidding, of course I'll say Yes.
I'm gonna go to school soon. It's Friday, so it'll be a pretty easy day. I made a little questionnaire for my D2 class. I wanna get to know 'em and how they'd react in emergency situations. Plus I have a day to kill with them, so might as well make it insightful, yeah?
I've been craving some gourmet cheesy pork lately, and my friend has offered to take me out for it tonight, but in keeping in line with Seung Yeon's suggestion, I've been keeping a closer eye on what goes in my belly. For instance, I'll probably keep a really close eye on the bottle of red wine that trickles down into it tonight.
Finally, I saw a performance entitled Dead Man Walking in Itaewon (Seoul) last weekend. I can't describe it as anything other than Graveyard Ballet. It was fucking awesome. Go see it. It's at RUF XXX.
I have a gym membership now, too. Watch out, world. Mothers, lock up your daughters!
Okay, go drink a coffee for me.
-LS^2
Space Jam is alive and well in Itaewon hipster bars.
The price you pay for love.
Kim Seung Yeon: Masseuse/Therapist
"One snail in the hand is better than
ten snails in the urethra."
-Bunim/Murray
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