Steve bought me a box of King Vitaman yesterday. An entire box, just for me.
The problem? I will probably have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the king until the box is empty. Yes, I am that in love with King Vitaman.
Wow. My weekends are even more pointless than normal. Oh, but I did manage to explode a tube of Blistex in my pocket a few minutes ago. It’s a mentholy ooze right now, and not a sensation I can really recommend to anyone but the most tingly.
… I’ll just have to die.
Apparently popcorn fumes can lead to lung disease. But it’s (fake) buttery goodness! I reject their reality and substitute my own.
I didn’t know the Shit Creek Review was doing a horror issue. I had a poem! Oh well. Foiled again.
Johan Santana of the Twins has 10 losses on the year. Five of ’em from the Indians.
HA!
Cleveland now has a 6 game lead on Detroit. Cleveland and Detroit. Battle of the vacation hotspots.
Steve hates Seattle, so he’d prefer New York made it to the playoffs. Forgive him. He just doesn’t understand yet that it’s his duty to hate the Yankees. It’s been ten years, but he’s a slow learner.
Personally, I’d rather Seattle made it. Not just because I prefer Seattle, but because I’d rather Cleveland had to (potentially) face Seattle than NY, the bastards.
If Cleveland doesn’t make it, I guess I’m rooting for the Tiggers again. Fill in your own heavy sigh here.
Things have settled back down into a routine, making me almost afraid to comment on the routine lest I break it.
I didn’t realize until lately how superstitious I can be. I honestly think I believe, in the back of my head, that if I say things are going well there will be an earth-shattering kaboom.
In other news, I have (foolishly?) decided to dip mine tender toeskis into Dungeons and Dragons. I missed out on the hysteria in the 80s when all of my deliciously nerdy friends were into it. Oh dear, did I just destroy my geek cred? I bet I did.
I’m going to be a cleric. Stop snickering. I faked piety for 30 years. Role-playing this should be a snap, baby!