Yesterday, I was complaining to Heather that it didn’t feel like Christmas; that as I watched the rain fall on the obscene amount of lights this town puts-up, I could only feel like it was all sick and wrong. But then the temperature began to drop, and Heather made chocolate chip cookies. Mere hours after I had gotten all pookie over the thought of Christmas mud (which may still happen), I was looking out the window, with a cookie in hand, at snow falling amid the lights. It was beautiful.

This has nothing to do with anything truly important, and yet it is the big memory of the week so far.

Maybe I’m living in a pure state of denial, where my real problems are ignored by the samurai beatniks in my head in favor of any info on the latest twist of the Manny for A-Rod trade talks. And oh crap the MLB winter meetings are this weekend!!! Well, I’m screwed. I’m spending waaaay too much time at the Sons of Sam Horn Red Sox forum as it is. Hmm, Microsoft Word doesn’t like these sentences. Well it can bite me. I’m the one having to type this stuff up at convenient hours only to transmute it to my blog the next day because I can’t afford cable / internet because I have no job because this town sucks and John Brown University did nothing to help me prepare for the real world job market or the Grad school process and . . . apparently this is a run-on sentence. Damn fine device.

But back to baseball. I'm clearly a person in need of temporary addictions. In a month I'll still be baseball crazy, but I won't checking the sites three times a day. Nor will I be playing Tetris and Warcraft II (the biggest games my current computer can handle), or watching one of my too many episodes of MST3K, at all hours of the morning.

Sigh, at least I get to go bowling for a quarter per game on Wednesdays. Of course, I'd like it if I were a consistent bowler! This 103 one game and 156 the next stuff really blows. It's that damn ADD!! Always popping-up somewhere new! Always controlling the course of my life with hits and misses . . . well, I shouldn't chaulk all of that up to a learning disability . . . but still, just when you think you have it mastered it sneaks-in somewhere else.

Are you bored yet? Me too.
I'll have some poetry for you soon.