in two days, my slow return to physical fitness will commence, as sweet dave and i are going to start playing racquetball together. neither of us have touched a racquet in over a year, to be sure, but we're going to be fucking cute on the court. picture ringer tees, smart, colorful sneakers and behind the back shots.

it'll be nice to be able to get up from a chair without cracking knees and noticeable bounce. maybe i won't snore as bad and keep garland up anymore. and maybe, dear god, i can return to my bendy high school years. i think you know what i mean.