Spent the entire day oscillating between two activities:
#1 Reading Mindy Kaling’s first memoir: Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And other concerns)
I’ve been looking to witty memoirists lately as
A tsunami evacuation route notice featuring the man from the men’s bathroom sign, leaping in suspended animation towards a triangle hill, as he’s chased by a white block of wave.
Fliers
Tummy down on a yoga mat, my nose is six inches from a deep crack in the cement. At the same time, I’m gazing from a great height through the airplane window
I’ve started attending a Pilates class on Mondays.
It’s held in a studio with walls made entirely of glass. In keeping with the massiveness of my gym, there’s a mural
My room is on the second floor of the hotel I’ve been living in for almost six years. I often get up in the middle of the night (it’s 3:30
