No lie. I have at least a dozen knots in my back and neck. Every night, Kate is sweet enough to knead them out. It doesn’t really do much but trick my mind into feeling relieved. It’s disgusting. It feels like hard, tumorous tissue balled up in my back and neck.
I haven’t seen a mall in its regular state, without the crazy holiday shoppers, in ages. So Jun and I took a stroll to Valley Fair so I can cop another pair of Vans and walk off our hangovers from the night before (4 people and 4 bottles of wine can do the trick; all that sugary alcohol is just a formula for a hangover).
Anyhow, I fell in love. I sat in some $4,800 massage chair at Sharper Image. It kneaded every sweet spot. I was in the land of orgasmatron. Not really but it felt so relieving. With the Swedish setting, it was trying to undo each knot with an intense deep tissue massage. It was great. While Jun rocked out on Guitar Hero III, I sat in a chair for 15 minutes, in heaven. Panasonic Real Pro Ultra Total Body Massage Lounger model# PA877BLK, I love you.
