I yearn for the old days when spam had pr0n included. At least it was good for something. Now it’s all useless or in a foreign language. Or gif images I don’t see with my text-only email client.

The acupuncturist wants me to keep coming back so he can try to even out my leg length. Hah. He keeps yanking on my leg and somehow I don’t think that’s going to work. But I did see the woman from the gym there. That’s going nowhere fast. I have a better chance of having one of my legs grow a quarter-inch, I bet.