Thursday, June 30
Three more strips of the dojo mat are clean and the lemony freshness hits you the second you walk into the school. I don't know why the industrial cleaning products have to so uniformly smell like ass; the lemony-fresh technology is out there and proven, why must they always use that horrid 23rd-Street-underpass fake orange smell?
B heads off for Milan tomorrow, and I stay here to hold down the fort and to feed the cats of a couple of friends. A new career path?9:20 PM