I went up to see my favorite massage therapist after work today and this time I got an hour and a half of massage. And baby, it don't get any better than that. There I was, laying on my stomach on the massage table with my face in that donut pillow thingy. I got so relaxed that I actually drooled at one point. I think I missed the masseuse's feet, thank God.
Speaking of the Lord, I read an article about "The Passion" last night and my head cold went away. Does that mean I'm born again? Crap.