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so on my way home tonight at 12:45, i hear on the radio that the baseball game had gone into extra innings and was in fact still being played. cool, i thought, i can watch the end of the game even though i'm really tired! just my luck, the game kept dragging on, and i couldn't pull myself away to go to bed. it ended up being the longest game in world series history. i feel bad for houston's ezequiel astacio; he gave up the go-ahead home run in the top of the 14th, then became so shaken he couldn't find the strike zone and ended up walking in another run for the insurmountable 2 run lead...
actually, i probably wouldn't have slept well anyway, because i'm so excited about playing with cheese tomorrow (i mean later tonight). even in rehearsal, we knocked cass's socks off! everyone should join us, show up early (closer to 9:15 just in case), should be better than a slap on the belly with a wet trout. sorry, i'm tired...
actually, i probably wouldn't have slept well anyway, because i'm so excited about playing with cheese tomorrow (i mean later tonight). even in rehearsal, we knocked cass's socks off! everyone should join us, show up early (closer to 9:15 just in case), should be better than a slap on the belly with a wet trout. sorry, i'm tired...