It’s a perfect raining day, May 9, 2013, in NYC. It’s coming down straight, so an umbrella protects you just fine, and all you want to do is stand out there and listen to it. If you’re in a relatively green area, there’s a nice herbal cocktail waft. I’m lucky because my campus is very park-like. Especially now that the undergrads are done with finals. In about 2 weeks the place will be pristine.

Don’t breathe it too deeply, though. There’s plant cum everywhere: in the air, on the sidewalks, on the buildings. Is it weird that it makes me jealous? I see the appeal of shooting my DNA everywhere possible. How strange to realize at once both how ridiculously biological and how pornographic that is.

FOLKS!

Today is the day of Thor and it’s busy. I have writing to do, and in the afternoon I’ll be doing an live evaluation of something. Tonight I’m going to clean my place, eat lots of eggs, and sleep like a motherfucker. Training yesterday was excellent and I feel good, though I could use about 10 more hours, I bet, to get back to normal. My shins are nice and conditioned from the hard kicks, my quads and knees are solid and  strong, my back and shoulders seem infatigable. It’s so strange to think about being laid up with a broken back just 1.5 years ago. Yesterday I was deadlifting 585lbs for reps before swimming for 45 minutes, and then stretching in the sauna for a half-hour. Ahhhhhh.

I’ll post the latest regimin soon.

OK monkeys, out for now. Talk to you tomorrow.