Ah, Saturday. ‘Twas nice. Went to the Astros game, where a 21-year-old named Carlos Hernandez struck out 7 and walked only one on his way to pitching 7 shut-out innings. Then on to Freebirds for a huge burrito, Amy’s for some mmm mmm good ice cream, back to Freebirds to make a space shuttle out of tin foil. Came home. “Waiting for guffman” was on TV, ironic because Courtney and I just watched “Best in Show” (same director and cast) last night. Thought of Kent and laughed at all the funny parts for him, and was almost inspired by Parker Posey to go to the dairy queen for a blizzard, or “just a coke.” Checked my fantasy baseball team and went up 1.5 points today on the strength of my pitching. Wished my team could remember how to hit though. Now getting ready to go running, since the sun has finally gone down and Houston is only as hot as hell, instead of the usual 5 degrees hotter than hell. Ha — Edgar said that this afternoon and made me laugh. Anyway. Off i go.
