It turns out that my health insurance, which is pretty craptacular in most other aspects, has recently started offering massage therapy sessions at $35! And accupuncture, if you're so inclined. Like a lot of desk jockeys, I get sore shoulders, more so since the start of Project: Non-Fiction. So I called the nearest LMT on the list and made an appointment.

Due to my very pedestrian college life, this was the first time I found myself naked in a stranger's apartment. She was a very nice stranger, though, and the apartment was nice too, in the newly-discovered-by-yuppies side of town. Apparently a lot of massage therapists work out of their homes. Just beware if they ask you to lie on a weight bench, instead of one of those professional massage tables with the funky headrests. The table I encountered even had 'breast indents'! How thoughtful!

I highly recommend the experience for all you slouchers and hunchbacks out there. Just don't ask for the 'full release' massage - according to the form I filled out, that will get you kicked out on your ass pronto.