Yank this, Piniella
It seems that all my dreams lately have one unnerving similarity. The World Trade Center. I am probably in the same boat as a million other Americans here, I know. But it seems that even when the dream isn't about that, it is still there. Last night I was dreaming about, in no particular order, spilled coffee, secret chambers in my mother's house, a woman torturing her son's girlfriend by sending her down a chute and into a spinning clothes dryer, Natalie reverting back to toddlerhood, spilled orange juice and Justin trying to rollerblade. Simple dreams, for me. But the whole time in the background, some wild movie-like images played out, complete with helicopters, gunfire and burning buildings. Like a Jerry Bruckheimer movie, only more believable. And within budget. I was awakened by DJ's hacking cough, which he has had ever since my mother had the bright idea to take them over to Ground Zero.
Happy Weblogging Anniversary to Chris, of Do You Feel Loved. Chris was one of the first weblogs I read and an inspiration in starting my own. I was initially attracted to his blog because we shared a passion for comics (Chris also ran GLIT! which he says he may bring back). He became not only one of my daily weblog devotions, but an excellent friend. So go be excellent to him. Read his wonderful anniversary post, check out the rest of his blog, as well as the rest of his site. Here's to many more years of blogging and friendship, Chris.
And while I'm using my blogging space for congratulations to cover up the fact that I have nothing to say today, let me send out a huge congrats to Jay and Erika, who got engaged this weekend.
And what would today be without mentioning the fact that THE YANKEES ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES AGAIN. Bit me, Lou Piniella! That will teach you to keep your ugly, bitter mouth shut. Now. Who the hell are the Arizona Diamondbacks and how long will it take to get rid of them?
I'm off to enjoy my Tuesday, which promises to be a lot more pleasant and easy going than that bitch Monday was. I hope, anyhow.