Tag: Lack of oxygen makes me reflect in a melancholy sort of way

Bananas

So I drank the Kool-Aid.  It tasted a bit like lactic acid. And bile. Yeah… I started a workout program this past Monday.  It’s really more of a ritualistic penitential rite shrouded with self loathing and torture.  At least that’s my initial take on the whole thing.  I’m not quite sure what led me to believe I was in any… Read more →