before i get into the misery of the Yankees and my fantasy football teams, here is the link to the Facebook post i talked about the other day.
scroll down a bit and you will find my poem "smoke in peace" and the illustration that goes with it.
i'm running on about 3 hours of sleep, so i'm going to make this quick.
the Yankees got swept. 3 games out of the wildcard. i'm resigned that any wins for the rest of the season will be basically to put another team in the playoffs.
unless A.J. Green has the best night a WR has ever had tonight, i'm going to lose both of my fantasy football games. not happy. fucking injuries.
i didn't watch a second of Big Brother last night.
Boardwalk Empire was brilliant, as always.
The Newsroom caught me by surprise. i did not expect a happy ending. good stuff.
Total Divas was pretty funny, for all the wrong reasons. i did like the preview for the shows in November.
Ray Donovan hit pretty damn close to home. being sexually molested as a child, i understand a little too well the urge to kill and seek revenge, etc. should be an interesting season finale next week.
i might catch a few minutes of the New York Rangers first pre-season game tonight. i do plan on watching Monday Night Raw. i'm happy that Daniel Bryan is the champ again. not sure how long the assholes will leave the title on him. was hoping that CM Punk would be done with the Heyman angle after last night. sadly, he now has to deal with making the fans believe that Ryback can actually wrestle. the words glutton for punishment comes to mind.
i need a shower, a nap, some food, surgery for my bad back, some sunshine and a vehicle that doesn't struggle to get up to 25 m.p.h.
maybe tomorrow i won't be as cranky. i suppose that all depends on what Manchester United does.
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
"Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?" - James Thurber