Sucks to be Byung-Hyun Kim
Sucks to be Byung-Hyun Kim.
Whether the Yankees win or lose the series, you can't say it hasn't been fun, dramatic and thrilling. They pulled another win out of their asses last night and are one game away from making New York spontaneously combust. Gotta love it.
It's Friday, for those of you who are unsure. It doesn't feel like a Friday because I was off on Tuesday and Wednesday so I kept thinking yesterday was Monday. Now it should be Tuesday but it's Friday and I hope this doesn't throw my body out of whack when I try to take my Friday evening nap. As a former insomniac, I have become totally convinced that there is no thing as too much sleep. The odd thing is, I can't sleep at night at all, but give me a pillow and the couch in the afternoon and I'm a goner. I'm getting off track here.
Every weekend I say I am going to do nothing. And every weekend I end up cleanin, shopping, remembering former obligations, fixing, visiting and whining. So I am going to try again this weekend. I am staying home. I am writing a large portion of my novel. I am tidying up the rest of this site. I am playing video games. I am watching movies. The only time I will leave my house is to have breakfast on Saturday morning with the llamlicious Keith, who will be in town for his uncle's wedding. Oh yes, I am going to pick up the 5 rolls of film I dropped off, scan a whole bunch of pictures and learn how to make a page of thumbprints. Do I lead an exciting life or what?
Speaking of exciting, I'm going to iron some clothes. Ha. No I'm not. Do you know how I iron? I throw whatever is wrinkled in the dryer for a few minutes. I haven't touched the iron since I threw it at my ex.
Kidding. Enjoy your Friday. Be nice to a stranger. And if he's not nice back to you, kick him in the head. Works for me.