It's Wednesday night and I'm dead in the middle of the work week with 3 more days to go until a day off.
Team USA is getting beat 5-3 by Venezuela with K-Rod on the mound and I'm being subjected to listening to Joe Magrane do the color; this is ALMOST as bad as Joe Morgan. Almost.
Ciera is apparently hitting puberty at the age of 10, Trot is still trying to figure out this whole going in the toilet thing, and Rakes is reminding me, bit by bit, of why my Mom would lock herself in the bathroom for 30 minute intervals when I was a kid.
Opening Day is still over 2 weeks away, Jack Bauer is on the run, and Megapalooza seems like it's happening so far in the future I can't really get a grip on when it is so I'm looking for a happy place I can hide in for a few hours.
The Prayer of a Righteous Man
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