now that i know my pilates instructor used to live in richard brautigan’s house (“bullet holes all over the place from when he’d get drunk and try to shoot the wall clock”), i am in the best shape of my life
asked the guy watching tennis next to me at airport bar if he’s “on team gauff” (ew) and he responded “yeah, i’m addicted to golf” and now we’re just kinda doing our own things
most of the time residing in a small montana hotel lives up to the fantasy, other times your big, bearded dog bolts through the lobby and knocks a smoothie out of your hand, into the air, and onto an irreplaceable piano
ended up using the paper towels and a piece of graph paper, then found two of the three tape measures in my drill bag (the next step). one tape measure still at large
i used to have two too-many tape measures (so, three total) and suddenly i have none, so i redownloaded Twitter to tell you and ask if anyone has seen or borrowed them
while looking for my three tape measures i found four rolls of paper towels leftover from March, so i’ll just use those as new units of measurement if no one responds thank you x