some of the people in our building have the day off for columbus day, which sucks because i’m not one of them. they’re probably home having nautical barbeques, with pinta-shaped cakes and sailing on a nice beer buzz, while i, in turn, am not.

just now i thought it would be fun to look up an obscure columbus fun-fact to mark the occasion at least, but in my two minutes of searching only found things that sounded like generic text copied from grade-school readers. one helpful site obviously lacking a serious editor also noted, ‘stores often have great columbus day sales’. i love the internet.

completely unrelated to tepidly celebrated holidays, yesterday i had my first ever professional massage, thanks to a gift certificate i received from my loving lady friend a few months ago. i was expecting it to be amazing, but it was just solidly good. i couldn’t tell if it’s because the lady wasn’t that good, i wasn’t ‘relaxing into it’ properly, or if maybe i’m just so relaxed a guy there wasn’t that much tension to work out — although that last one seems improbable.

i also found that afterward i had a strong urge to cuddle, but had to remember that unlike every other massage i’ve ever been given, this one was not being administered by my current girlfriend. so instead i walked back to my car strangely lightheaded, then went home and watched sin city. not quite the same, but still satisfying in its own way.