I think every weekend I'll try some new treatment. Two Saturdays ago I got a pedicure. The girl who gave it to me was cute and you could see down her shirt. She had a gold Jewish star and a Russian accent. On the other hand, she was touching my feet, which are gross, which was gross. So, there was a little tango of shame and attraction. Common enough.

This weekend I got a facial at Acqua Beauty Bar which was weird and hurt a lot and cost $205. Extractions aren't fun. Getting your hair gently pulled is fun. My face now stings. But maybe looks better? The lady giving it to me said I was getting clogged pours because when I spar my trainer Rosie smears my face in Vaseline both to protect against cuts and so the gloves slip off more easily. It clogs pours though. But how am I going to say that to him?

Also, I boxed this morning and then booked it to ballet directly after. Jesus Christ. After ronde de jambs I was dead tired. But continued. I also learned I hate pirouettes en dehors but love pirouettes en dedans. Additional thoughts that crossed my mind is that watching girls who would be cute in real life doing ballet poorly is a major turn off. The opposite, happily, is also true as a nice arch or a long extension makes them much more attractive. And multiple turns? Forget about it. Let me get out of this dancebelt so we can bone.

So I box often at Gleason's Gym in Brooklyn. Last Saturday, my stablemate Rob and I, who both train with Roosevelt, sparred two kids who train another trainer, Dexter. It was the first real fight I had. Most sparring matches you're working with someone else, on your defense, or your movement or something but you're not just banging as hard as you can. But the kid I fought, Joseph a tall lanky black kid, wanted to take my head off. Sadly, he almost succeeded. Though I held my own throughout the fight, At the end of the third round he caught me with a good cross to the jaw and down I went. Anyway, I got beat and that's fine. But Roosevelt is pretty sore about it, especially because he and Dex sometimes work together. He says he's not mad because he knows boxing but I know he's disappointed. So I vow to work until I knock out Joseph the next time we meet. Rosie says, "Just wait until the rabbit gets the gun. Just wait."

These are some of the things I do or have done.