Month: March 2015

When I’m not working for a corrupt collection of old ‘doctors’ trying squeeze every last penny from an even more corrupt medical system while their frontal lobes are still in tact, I’m sitting at my computer. Sitting here sending emails… Continue Reading →

Today I’ve parked myself at a Starbucks by the yoga studio where I’m soon to find myself desperately clinging to a slab of rubber against the slippery force of my sweaty palms. That’s right. Hot yoga, baby. I took my first class… Continue Reading →