Logbook, July 18, 2019
I woke up at 5:40. I slept in instead of working out.
I did a bunz trade on the way to work. Took the subway. Was going to bike but it was going to feel like 45 today.
I finished “Pleasure Activist” and thought it was okay, but clearly a collection of blog posts instead of, say, a book. The ideas are wonderful but scattershot. As a guy who published a couple of blog-post-books, I will say being on the reading end of it just never feels right.
I took the TTC.
I went to Therapy.
I watched a few episodes of Barry.
I went to bed at 9:49.