For The Second Wednesday In A Row ...

Saw my schedule yesterday at work and goddammit, for the second Wednesday in a row, I have to cut open packages and get my hands dirty from stranger piss.  I also have to wake up super early in order to do it.  And for the second Wednesday in a row I won't be able to at least enjoy it by going home early because, for the second Wednesday in a row, I have to go to a United FC Match, which means I have to stick around the eastern side of the Twin Cities and find something to do for the 4 1/2 hours between work and the Game.

This time, though, I will not confine myself to the St. Paul side of the Cities.  I want to get a second massage ... yes, for the second Wednesday in a row.  This time, instead of a massage school, I was going to get a proper one.  But this past evening I started to get the heebie-jeebies.  The more I thought about it, the more I kind of get the impression that this salon isn't for men.  So, I have decided to go to the Minneapolis side and get a massage from a place downtown I've been to twice before.  Come to think of it, this place isn't so male-friendly either (although, to be honest, "proper" massage places don't seem to cater to men, do they?), but there have been a couple of Yelp reviews posted by men, plus I didn't feel any bad vibes when I went in the previous two times.

So, I am going to get treat myself for a second long and hellish Wednesday in a row with a massage on the second Wednesday in a row.  I hope not to do this again, however.  It's still a long day.  Also, I can't get massages every week because that will add up.  Finally, I am getting the feeling that going in to cut and touch piss is going to be the thing I am doing on Wednesdays from now on, goddammit.  At some point, I need to cut my Wednesday off early and go home to get some well-earned rest.