My Mood: Relieved.

Well, between the debt collectors, ex-girlfriends that literally chase me down the street to let me know how happy they are with their new boyfriends and so-called "friends" who turn their noses up at strip club happy hours, it has not been a mellow scene at the Lodge. Luckily, I got accepted into the FDNY Emergency Medical Services Academy, otherwise the lodge would be shuttered for the season and I would be on a train bound for Alaska, work on a fishing trawler and the arms of an alcoholic Inuit woman.


But, miracles happen and our national nightmare has come to a close. With her usual speed and dilligence, my grandmother sent me a letter commemorating the event. As her letters go, this one didn't contain the usual emotional napalm that is her stock-in-trade. She noted in one line, "Don't ever forget, John, a lot of prayer has been offered for you and God answered. So now bow your head and say 'thank you.'"


To anyone out there praying for me: knock it off. I don't need any unexpected obligations thrust my way.


Question: Anyone out there have any experience with Yoga or Pilates? Do either do shit? Serious replys only.