Deep Pressure

Occasionally it's wonderful to work for a company that hasn't realized the bubble's burst. I was offered one of the coveted "free professional massage" spots this morning and accepted. Normally I avoid blurring the line between life and work (as well as on-the-job nudity), but after the a couple fatiguing weeks, pragmatism prevailed; I needed it. Now that I'm back at my desk, one warm hour later, I feel like my employer had invited me to a lunch of OC and Soma, and then handed me a Harp to wash it down. I'm syrupy and smiling.