i wake up three times from my perch at the edge of the universe, and here there is shaking and gnashing of metal teeth.
the teeth spin at 4000 RPM. between 4000 and 6000, though less for cordless models, according to Gemini.
that is the AI overview, not astrological symbolism. i don’t believe in astrology.
well. i’m agnostic, at least.
and then i am at the gym. today i am climbing the empire state building. ten ways to build systems and procedures for your B2B sauce.
i make it to the top floor, and i am catching my breath on the black plastic edge of the dumbbell along with an eyelash in a droplet of someone’s sweat.
oh! my sweat.
i lick the dumbbell except i don’t because that would be weird and it’s probably not very sanitary.
probably?
well you can never be certain.
i guess i’m agnostic about dumbbell cleanliness.
i shower for nine-teen hours straight. i ask over and over in french for a glass of water even though the waiter speaks perfect english.
he brings us une carafe.
later, my socks smell like chocolate. more precisely, a metal tin of cocoa powder.
no, that’s not possible. but they do.
i guess it’s the same chemicals?
well.
i’m not gonna wear the chocolate socks.