i have a serious train of thought today, about iraq, but i don’t have time at the moment to type it out. perhaps this afternoon. in the meantime…
jarrod washburn, pitcher for the anaheim angels, is my current hero. in one night with an 8 inning, no runs, 0.75 whip performance, he brought my fantasy team’s era from something absurd down to a much more reasonable 3.20, and shot me into first place. i know, i know, it’s only been a week and a half, but now i can at least say i was in first place for a time.
yesterday was extremely stressful and today doesn’t really look to be any better. but maybe it will be. but yesterday sucked. i came home a little after 8, walked in the door, and called “honey, i’m home!” in response there was silence. this was not surprising, seeing as how i live by myself, but yesterday i would have been really happy if someone had answered me. as my voice echoed up the stairs, i imagined that someone did answer. “welcome home honey!” or maybe “dinner’s ready.”
ah well. instead, i put on my shoes as usual, and ellipticalled my stress away. my apartment may be empty, but the elliptical machine loves me.
