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[sadotter]

Sunday ended up being a day of more injury and desperately needed recovery. After I turned butterfingers once again and sliced my thumb open cutting an apple (I swear, I do something like this once every six months - cannot forget the "cured meat" incident, or the "mandoline incident"), Marci and I headed to Chinatown for some full-body pummeling

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[thewicked3000]

that's awesome!

[lastcallforcorn]

i cut my fingers off pretty regularly. not sure what's up with that.

[sadotter]

perhaps you're part reptile and can grow them back at will?

[mandy_moon]

I know this isn't the big punchline to your post, but I feel the confusion and pain of nudity at the gym.

I went to the gym at my work one day, and a naked woman walked calm;y by me. I tried to avoid eye contact, but I heard "oh HI, Becky!" and I mumbled a "hi", still trying to keep my head down.

That is because the calm and shameless naked woman was my boss's boss. And that sight was WAY more than I ever needed to know about her.

[sadotter]

I hear ya on that. Luckily I go to a gym where I don't know *anyone*.

This was a tiny massage joint though - it was a narrow hallway with two rooms off of it, and they kept the doors to the rooms partway open while you changed in & out of your clothes. So the people waiting in the hallway for their turn could basically watch to their hearts' delight.

[capricornia]

how was the massage? did you like that place?
i really need to go but i've never been in the city.
how much was it?

[sadotter]

The massage was...ok. Not my favorite. It was a half hour of heavy kneading - not exactly a skilled massage. Then again, it was only $21 for the half hour, so it's not like I was paying for a seasoned expert.