I don't want to go out. I want to stay in. Get things done.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. You spend your time doing stupid things like going to work and tossing coins and driving late at night and before you know it, October's half over.

The playoff infield in '04: Millar 1B, Bellhorn 2B, Cabrera SS (and also batting second???), Mueller at 3rd. I was watching Game 5 (ALCS) for a while last night and I was a little horrified at the treatment of Mark Bellhorn. The fans were merciless! Even in the post-season, they'd chant Pokey's name when he was at bat. Wow. Poor guy. And they hate him in San Diego, too.

None of the teams I like did very well, except Detroit. The Tigers' celebration made me cry. I eat that shit up. Conclusion: the teams I like best aren't very good.

Holy crap. A sparrow just flew into my apartment from outside. What do I do now?

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