Weekend coffee #172.
Shot two, complete. I expected, based on the horror stories I’d heard, to feel like absolute death after, but instead, felt surprisingly fine. My arm’s been sore since Thursday and that’s about … it. How anticlimactic. Guess that’s why no one is reporting on the people feeling surprisingly fine. Not that I’m complaining, merely observing. So, that’s that. The big event of the week. Otherwise, here’s what else is happening:
This seems like an exceptionally depressing installation to bring to NYC these days.
How to Write a Cover Letter Without Sounding Like a Pathetic Sniveling Little Suck-up
Inquiring minds need to know Why Do Restaurants Serve Free Bread?
I’m a Guy Fieri stan and really don’t care who knows it. Nothing wrong with extra cheese.
Holy hell, Naomi Campbell’s house in Kenya is absolutely stunning.
Punk Rock Is Back. Somewhere, Jimmy Webb Is Smiling. (Cough, it never actually goes away).
Speaking of, some recent listens: Screamers and Lavender Hex. Nothing new to report in terms of reading or watching.
That’s all for now. Until next time - thanks for following along and be well.
Image by @katiemont.
