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WEIGHT: ???
SORENESS: quads a little (?)
ACHES/INJURIES: none
MENTAL STATE: hungry. like, needing food. libido has been really high the last couple days, not sure why.

- warm up

- skater jump x 13

- one-step RVJ x 3

- DLRVJ x 6-7
okay but dropped off really fast

- daily routine x 0.5

meal schedule thrown off so energy was very low for this. plan is to caffeinate and ME jump fasted late tomorrow morning.

http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipe/rainbow-kale-slaw

i made this yesterday. it is fucking delicious. exceeded expectations.

shit man sorry to hear about your mom 

my cousin's mom, my aunt, had cancer and got treated at sloan-kettering. hence the play, a decade later.

My cousin is an actor and writer and she is destroying it right now. I am really proud of her and excited for her! And feel like bragging a little to all y'all quasi-strangers! She's about to be in another play on Broadway, with Nathan Lane and some other famous people. And the most influential and famous theater critic in New York (and therefore probably the country) gave her play that just opened a raaaaaave. Jesus.

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/08/theater/review-a-funny-thing-happened-on-the-way-to-the-gynecologic-oncology-unit-blends-rage-with-gallows-humor.html?_r=0

There’s a raw spot — one of the tenderest places on the continent of human emotions — that exists between laughter and pain. Make that between laughter and everything that feeds pain: rage, hatred, desperation, hopelessness, fear, even physical disease.

Such is the location of Halley Feiffer’s “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gynecologic Oncology Unit at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center of New York City,” a play that is as deeply felt as its name is long. To be literal, its setting is a sickeningly pink double room in the hospital of its title.

But as anyone who’s spent much time in similar rooms knows, antechambers to death are incubators for those guffaws that it’s hard to distinguish from sobs, places where you find yourself fighting a close battle with the urge to giggle madly. To give in to such an impulse, in such a context, would be very, very inappropriate.

Or would it? “Funny Thing,” which opened on Tuesday night at the Lucille Lortel Theater, makes a convincing case that hard laughter is an absolutely appropriate response, if not a socially sanctioned one, to those moments when life seems like too bad a joke not to respond otherwise.

d'angelo, "black messiah". hit like a thunderstorm when it came out at the end of 2014 but i hadn't listened in a while. fuck it's a great album.

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZoxdPGu_4E" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZoxdPGu_4E</a>

GOD DAMN IT IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rejA6QRtrAI" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rejA6QRtrAI</a>

commas are important.

crossfit didn't happen but it was so goddamn nice out that i went to the track instead.

WEIGHT: ???
SORENESS: none
ACHES/INJURIES: right knee making itself known but didn't hurt; still i wasn't about to do a 200m sprint
MENTAL STATE: good

- warm up

- pogo x 10,10

- DL bound x 4,4,4,4

- sprint 30m x 3,3

- bear crawl 50y x 2

- backwards sprint 30y x 2

- side shuffle 30 y x 2/side

- daily routine minus jumps

good workout.

in re: strom thurmond and bill clinton. strom thurmond had a whole set of kids with a black woman all the while he was a full-blown segregationist.

fuck that racist corpse in his worm-riddled eye socket.