was feeling great coming into today. the Yankees had won the first 3 games of the series. the USA men's national team in soccer won against Mexico in Mexico for the first time ever. back wasn't hurting at all. and then came the afternoon...
you know it's bad when i decide i'd rather do dishes than watch the Yankees. down 4-0. once i get done though, boom, 5 quick runs. should be able to hold on to the lead and get the sweep. i guess i spoke too soon. no sooner than taking the lead, they give it right back by allowing Texas to score in the 7th, 8th and 9th to lose 10-6. yet another 4 game series where they could have had the sweep but played like they were more concerned with making sure they got to their dinner reservations on time. fuck me.
now there seems to be some weather rolling in, at least that's what i think my back is trying to tell me. or maybe i just have to shit. fuck, maybe i'll go take a shower in a thunderstorm and see if mother nature gives me anything to write about.
i do have a poem i've been writing in my head nearly all day long. more of the usual depressed drivel. will find out soon enough if i can find some magic when i put those words on the page. if not, here's hoping i don't have to kill too many trees to find it.
Massive Attack - Mezzanine
Waking - The Maze
Radiohead - Kid A
and in honor of the birthday boy...
"Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste." - Charles Bukowski