with nick punto ticketed for the disabled list, this better not be a repeat of 2002 for the twins, where we sucked because all of our starting players were on the disabled list. i might cry.

on my way home from work, i ran over a massive tumbleweed. legit tumbleweed. they have that in texas.

today's run kicked my ass. i didn't run yesterday. the day before that i only went 1.5miles. i didn't run the day before that. and i MAY have ran the day before...

good grief.

i had to walk the majority of bonnie brae and half of windsor. i was pissed. special note: drink less. smoke less. run more. suck less. that is all.

boros is back in texas! you know what that means? flying saucer. stay tuned. you might be invited.

i would drink until i am haircut-ready, but my room is cold, so i find haircuts unnecessary. next time.

i heard from a less-than-reliable source that the air conditioning went out at work. it was definitely hot. i just don't care enough to ask questions. and since it was right after my run, my pores were more than ready to just keep dripping.

but they did give us popsicles. i was okay with that.

i had some eggplant parmigiana with fettucine alfredo at work and i might puke and shit myself at the same time.

oh my god! snowflake is climbing and croaking at the same time, and i want to die of cuteness!

yep. also, when you throw up lettuce, it turns black. who'd have thought?