Chambana

I post no pictures. But I'm back in the town I lived in for three years training my monkey brain to act... like, better, and stuff. Debbie is in full swing with the Jimmy John's training. I hang around the House of Three Bobs, and play with their dog, Salem. I'm trying to read the plays I'm performing this summer, but I'm just not really inspired.

Instead, I got a massage from the woman who is one of the most amazing massage therapists I've experienced. I'm a little out of it now, even after having a mustard/eucalyptus detox bath and drinking liters of water. Today I go to my old hairstylist to tame my mane. I'm very excited.

It's beautiful here. In that horribly-freezing-there's-ice-everywhere kind of way.