stairs.

our elevator is broken. we live on the fifth floor. the first two floors are duplexes so we have to walk SEVEN floors to get home. i know seven floors doesn't sound like a lot but trust me. it is. these are not little baby floors, these are FLOORS. if i lived on the eighth floor i would literally park a tent in the lobby and call it a day. a month, actually. the elevator will be out for A MONTH. the truth is, i shouldn't be complaining. but yeah nope, that's not stopping me. our management company has so nicely decided to take 900 dollars off our rent this month which is amaaaaaazing. really completely incredible. but i'm still not exactly marching up the stairs with a smile. apparently, i am THE most out of shape person. i know, i know, it's shocking considering the extensive yoga training i have been partaking in but i am really, like, weak and lazy. i literally fall into my apartment every day sweating and panting like i've run a 10k. i don't get it. lea and i have discussed and she thinks that hulk hogan WOULD get winded walking to the fifth floor but lance armstrong and marathon runners would not. endurance trainers, if you will. she thinks that hulk's weight-lifting would still not be enough to propel him up our stairs without breaking a sweat. so at least i am not alone. basically, it's just a really terrible situation. i tipped a delivery man 5 dollars on a bagel the other day because i felt so bad about the trek he had to take to get to me. and also felt like punishing myself for being lazy enough to have a bagel delivered to my apartment. anywaysssss. that's my life these days. at least it makes for good photoshoots in the stairway.