Early Saturday mornings mean longer weekends ...
Unf. Although it's probably true that the number of hours in a weekend is a fixed amount of time (save for a second or two added on by people who care about these things), waking up at 9am on a Saturday morning means my Saturday has been incredibly productive by now. I've played two and a half hours of football, walked about a mile with the 'Save the Boobs' team and dropped off my laundry so I can get it back tonight.
Duf. The football was fun even if it's proven again that I'm the slowest of the slow. I can knock a man on his ass blocking, though. I would have made a great fullback in the NFL.
Tuf. I joined the gym again ... I know, I know. It's a usually fruitless endeavor but I found that I can run farther than I used to be able to and I'm not nearly as tired when I'm done. 'Tis a good thing if I keep it up.
Fuf. The Dawgs tee it up at Sanford Stadium under the lights against the Hickolian Hill People (that's Tennessee, folks). If Ron Franklin isn't doing this game, I'm throwing a fit.
Bif. I jammed my finger playing football. Who decided that little pieces of dangly plastic were an effective way to mark if someone is down or not? Why not do it as God himself intended and let me plant a man on his ass. I only have an advantage if I can run over people.
Spif. I'm going to look at another apartment tonight with the possiblity of moving. It's down on the east side, just north of the village and a bit south of Gramercy. I'm not sure what happens if I don't live ten blocks or less from laughingirl ... does the space time continuum collapse or something?
Jif. American Airlines is offering me more frequent-lobster miles in order to pay $85 for the right to spend money on their credit card. I'm wondering at what point buying miles for $85 actually is a good investment. They're offering 25,000 miles now (and have been for a while) ... should I hold out for 30k?
Kif. The Yankees are toast. I'm a bit disappointed because I've never been to a World Series game and my mom promised to actually, y'know, come visit me in New York for the first time in two and a half years if I can get her World Series tickets. She's been a Yankee fan for twice the time I've been on the planet and she's never been to a Series. I felt like it was a fair tradeoff.
Mif. Second to last weekend of the MLS season and all but one team are eligible for the playoffs. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Things, otherwise, are in their usual state of chaos; my kingdom for a project manager at the league office.
Wiff. I met this girl. Things are good. Further details as events warrant.
Hiff. I am in love with this song right now.
Duf. The football was fun even if it's proven again that I'm the slowest of the slow. I can knock a man on his ass blocking, though. I would have made a great fullback in the NFL.
Tuf. I joined the gym again ... I know, I know. It's a usually fruitless endeavor but I found that I can run farther than I used to be able to and I'm not nearly as tired when I'm done. 'Tis a good thing if I keep it up.
Fuf. The Dawgs tee it up at Sanford Stadium under the lights against the Hickolian Hill People (that's Tennessee, folks). If Ron Franklin isn't doing this game, I'm throwing a fit.
Bif. I jammed my finger playing football. Who decided that little pieces of dangly plastic were an effective way to mark if someone is down or not? Why not do it as God himself intended and let me plant a man on his ass. I only have an advantage if I can run over people.
Spif. I'm going to look at another apartment tonight with the possiblity of moving. It's down on the east side, just north of the village and a bit south of Gramercy. I'm not sure what happens if I don't live ten blocks or less from laughingirl ... does the space time continuum collapse or something?
Jif. American Airlines is offering me more frequent-lobster miles in order to pay $85 for the right to spend money on their credit card. I'm wondering at what point buying miles for $85 actually is a good investment. They're offering 25,000 miles now (and have been for a while) ... should I hold out for 30k?
Kif. The Yankees are toast. I'm a bit disappointed because I've never been to a World Series game and my mom promised to actually, y'know, come visit me in New York for the first time in two and a half years if I can get her World Series tickets. She's been a Yankee fan for twice the time I've been on the planet and she's never been to a Series. I felt like it was a fair tradeoff.
Mif. Second to last weekend of the MLS season and all but one team are eligible for the playoffs. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Things, otherwise, are in their usual state of chaos; my kingdom for a project manager at the league office.
Wiff. I met this girl. Things are good. Further details as events warrant.
Hiff. I am in love with this song right now.