So I drank a beer.

I now feel like I could sleep for days. Eek.

Jacobs Field has been renamed Progressive Field. From the way Clevelanders are moaning, you’d think it was Enema Park or Monistat Stadium.

I am here, by the way. I just don’t seem to have anything to say.

Steve is scorching something in the kitchen.

I did hang the pan thing.

I didn’t buy a banjo, though I still might.

Now my blogging has worn me out and I need a lie-down.