Throwing pastrami sandwiches at the TV isn't good
Worked this morning and we were like 3-4 people short and actually we got by just fine. Kinda flew by to be honest. Now I'm just lazying around trying to get myself into the book I'm reading for Western Lit. Problem is, since it drags on forever during the first few pages, I can't get myself really into it. This is FRANKENSTEIN for crying out loud and I can't get myself into it. I suck! Though I give props to my Western Lit teacher for choosing books that don't altogether suck.
I had a bad dream last night about John Olerud. I was online and stuff and I was going on the Boston Herald and hte Red Sox were coming back from Kansas City or something like that and suddenly the headline, in that Boston Herald burgundy stated "John Olerud feared dead" and I guess apparently, he took off with a few people or something and didn't make it on the flight back and he was missing for a few days. Seriously, I need to stop eating pastrami before I go to bed or something. So now I'm all scared and sad because I hate having dreams about ballplayers who die. Because I'm afraid it may come true and I'll feel just awful.
So Red Sox take on the Orioles yet again. Matty C goes up on the mound. You know it'd be nice if our pitching didn't suck full-on and our bullpen didn't blow any games. And goddammit, how about a little run support too?! I would like to take at least one fucking game from these damn Birdos. However, I have the intentions that there should be 2...so aim for two, goddammit. Oh and Manny? I'd like to see a little production out of you, man. I'm a little concerned. Prove to me you're cool.
I had a bad dream last night about John Olerud. I was online and stuff and I was going on the Boston Herald and hte Red Sox were coming back from Kansas City or something like that and suddenly the headline, in that Boston Herald burgundy stated "John Olerud feared dead" and I guess apparently, he took off with a few people or something and didn't make it on the flight back and he was missing for a few days. Seriously, I need to stop eating pastrami before I go to bed or something. So now I'm all scared and sad because I hate having dreams about ballplayers who die. Because I'm afraid it may come true and I'll feel just awful.
So Red Sox take on the Orioles yet again. Matty C goes up on the mound. You know it'd be nice if our pitching didn't suck full-on and our bullpen didn't blow any games. And goddammit, how about a little run support too?! I would like to take at least one fucking game from these damn Birdos. However, I have the intentions that there should be 2...so aim for two, goddammit. Oh and Manny? I'd like to see a little production out of you, man. I'm a little concerned. Prove to me you're cool.