Ego Boost

C.C. pitched last night. And he did alright, but we still lost. I forget how many runs he allowed, but it was a whole bullpen effort in my opinion. So we're heading back to Boston, and our series lead has diminished to 3 games over 2. I guess taking it all the way to game 7 will be sweet, but clinching it early at home would have made me a happy fan.

Outside of that, since Monday I haven't done much but work. I stay up pretty late after I get off work, so in turn I sleep real late into the day, usually around 2pm I'll wake up. That leaves me about three hours to chill out, eat, let that food settle, and take a shower before work at 6pm. That's about three days of my week. Weekends I usually sleep until an hour before work, usually 3 or 4pm, so I can shower. Sometimes I get a weekend day off and that's always sweet. Days off are sweet anytime of the week because I have no other obligations besides work, so my days off are really really off.

Wednesday night after I got out of work, Koobey and Todd came over and Koobz and I had some whiskey sours. They kind of sucked but we weren't using too ritzy a bourbon and I bought the cheapest sweet and sour mix possible so I'm sure those factors played in it's tartness. Plus Todd didn't buy the maraschino cherries. What a dick, right? Koobey got pretty drunk, but he was pretty buzzed when he came over in the first place. He ended up giving me a pretty good scratch/gash on my forehead, I don't want to give the details how because it's so gay, but he needs to cut his fingernails and clean under those bitches. Ughhkk.

Three young ladies hollered at me while I was at work tonight in a fifteen minute time period. Ego boost.

Since when was punishment necessary for expressing concern for the well-being of those about whom you care? Attitude and defensiveness, when all I'm doing is shedding a little light on what I think could be a bad idea. I don't do it in a nice way, I guess. I'll straight knock what I don't agree with actually, but how would I put it across nicely and have it take any kind of effect, or even for that person to think a second time about it? Women, right?

Tonight Andrew's tossing his last Infirmary house party wad all over anyone's face that shows up, all are invited. It's a healthy wad.....What? Hopefully after the end product of the party I'll actually have some sweet shit to toss in my weblandfill.