Okay, I’m completely cured of wanting to wear fall clothes. Bring back the heat and humidity. I look like Donald Frump today with my floor length Amish-style skirt and oversize black sweater with holes in it. I would go on the Tyra Banks show for a makeover, but I don’t have any desire to look like an Appalachian hooker. She seriously does the worst makeovers. The people looked somewhat normal in the “before” pix, but when she’s done with them they look like they should be in an HBO documentary about incest.
I am bored to the brink of unconsciousness. I’m just waiting for my dead grandma to show up and tell me to walk toward the light. AS USUAL nobody is emailing me and I’ve already read every web site on the entire Internet. The only thing left to do is actual work, and I’m not feeling that so much today. Perhaps I should write another letter to Red Lobster.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
Post Season
Well, that was depressing.
Not kick-you-in-the-gut-October-2003 depressing, but definitely Monday-morning-after-vacation depressing. When I woke up Thursday morning I had a bad feeling and I knew it meant the Red Sox were not just done, but on the table, sliced, and covered with gravy. In spite of that, I still watched every pitch of the game tonight (except for the bottom of the third when ESPN inexplicably disappeared) and I watched it like I watched every other game this season: in my apartment, with my cat, drinking wine. You come into the world alone and you go out of it alone.
At least I won’t have to check myself into Four Winds after the ALCS this year. Or stay up late for west coast games, or listen to Tim McCarver. That’s something. (Right?)
Oh well. Go Angels.
Not kick-you-in-the-gut-October-2003 depressing, but definitely Monday-morning-after-vacation depressing. When I woke up Thursday morning I had a bad feeling and I knew it meant the Red Sox were not just done, but on the table, sliced, and covered with gravy. In spite of that, I still watched every pitch of the game tonight (except for the bottom of the third when ESPN inexplicably disappeared) and I watched it like I watched every other game this season: in my apartment, with my cat, drinking wine. You come into the world alone and you go out of it alone.
At least I won’t have to check myself into Four Winds after the ALCS this year. Or stay up late for west coast games, or listen to Tim McCarver. That’s something. (Right?)
Oh well. Go Angels.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
We're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat
Besides working (somewhat), I spent my day sending inflammatory anti-Yankee emails to my dad and defacing the picture of A-Rod on the front page of the Post . Then I took the train to Albany, and now I think I have scabies.
Meanwhile, there was some ferry disaster in Lake George, and the local news, where the biggest story is usually about traffic on the Northway, is freaking HILARIOUS. Actual quote from "News Channel 13" (in scary news announcer's voice):
Meanwhile, there was some ferry disaster in Lake George, and the local news, where the biggest story is usually about traffic on the Northway, is freaking HILARIOUS. Actual quote from "News Channel 13" (in scary news announcer's voice):
"Life jackets were seen floating in the water. Unfortunately, there were no people in them."
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