Nothing to shave here

Somehow I mustered up enough energy to take a shower. My lonely razor is just sitting there with nothing to do, leaving me with time to pile on the exquisite salt scrub Shonda and Julia gave me. My transition to a wax-free Brazilian is almost complete! I still have a mustache, which is not fair at all. But if I keep that, maybe I get to keep eyebrows? I like smooth skin, Weird Cancer Guy. Score 1 – me. Zero – Weird Cancer Guy.

I would like my energy back though. Everything seems like such a tremendous effort – like lifting plates to the cabinet. Stuff like that. I slept pretty much all day yesterday and all night. The weirdest thing is I’m craving actual nutrition and fresh air this time. I actually had smoked salmon and O3 eggs for breakfast. Liv and I took our dog Xena for a well-needed walk to the bakery for croissants and juice. I’m going to try to accomplish some form of exercise each day, however small. 


1- The sun came out for a whole hour, and so did we.

2- My son told me he loved me.

3- Today’s the first day I haven’t had to shave since I was like 12.