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Paying for mistakes, I am.
90 minutes more sleep, please.
I need to talk to Stella about how she got her groove back.
A quick, albeit unnecessary glance at rotten tomatoes dot com, reminds me that Phantom Menace still sucks.
And now for a sales pitch.
Daytime Moon is cool.
And begin again.
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah.
It's one of those rare days I get to play hero at work. Hero in a very unheroic manner, of course.
11 hours of sleep and it was everything I hoped it could be.
Nap dreams.
I like cold beverages.
I support institutionalized napping.
Wish I had my camera.
The snow in the trees sure looks purdy.
Woke up to heavy thoughts.
And just like that I *almost* got aced by a tractor trailer head on. Thank goodness this wasn't horseshoes and/or hand grenades.
What if we had no Moon?
Must. Get. Better.
Leaving work early due to illness. This is not a common occurrence for me.
I feel terrible.
Of course I have to facilitate a three hour workshop on the day of the Giants' parade. Le sigh.
Exhale, baseball.
I can't watch.
Take the fucking knee!!!
Going out of bounds, not awesome.
What a pitch and catch; really gets me fired up for baseball, you guys.
I'm all about letting these guys play, but that was pass interference.
Glad to see the NSX is back. Not so glad I'm still too poor.
Not ashamed to admit it, I really enjoyed Madonna's half time show. #wha???
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