I've entered the rewriting phase of this screenplay, which is sorta...like...alright, there's nothing I like less than rewrites.
The Twins come into the off day with three straight wins and we're starting to see a light at the end of the injury tunnel. I have to admit I was getting scared there.
I quit smoking nine years ago today, after smoking a pack a day for nine years. Hardest and best thing I ever did for myself.
It's sort of like my daughter Skim claiming to be a week old, but you know what I mean.
I'm pretty heavily medicated and delirious, so if I say anything unusual, purple monkey dishwasher.
When was the last time the Twins had six or fewer wins after the first eighteen games? There's your homework. Doesn't it sound fun?
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
The King's Speech is released today.
The coffee's a little bitter, but we seem to be adjusting.
Half-baked, I tells ya. Somebody forgot to clean the pot out last night. This is what happens with group houses.