The Stairmaster

I rarely go to the gym in my building at night but today I did and it is PACKED. Possibly 8 people in there, which is far too many for the AC to keep up with, so it’s a sweaty 95 degrees, nbd. The floor of the game room is a lake because it rained this day (cheap construction!), someone is no shit practicing the violin(!) in the common area and I’m reading Michel Houellebecq.  I’m lolling my hardest on the stair master reading about despair and modernity. Williamsburg for the win:)