We had a very rainy month in comparison to most out here. Must have been three inches. I'm not gloating. I absolutely love rain.
Knowing my job is going away at work has forced me to aggressively go after some things I've wanted for years. It shouldn't take something like this to inspire me, but it does. Oh well.
My favorite brew is disappearing in a couple of days. I wish my go-to beer wasn't a seasonal.
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?