48 hours post-race and I’m still totally immobile, hobbling around my apartment as infrequently as possible and having internal debates with myself about whether I have to pee bad enough to justify the pain of lowering myself onto the toilet.

So obviously I’ll be spending another day lying flat on my back, laptop propped on my pelvis, watching the best that Hulu has to offer.

This morning? The Giant Gila Monster (1959) just because the description involved the phrase “teenage hotrodder” and “giant lizard”.  Also “devours trees” but that’s not nearly as cool.  Fuck trees.

Oh, and Happy Earth Day.

P.S. I demand that someone recreate the Gila Monster claw font seen on that title card.  If I ever get married, that is the script I would like to see on the invitations.