Watching Sports Center before I go to bed has started to effect my dreams. First I had a dream that Brewer hitting coach Dale Sveum was traded to the Red Sox for their manager Terry Francona. Then I had a dream Craig Counsell was traded to the LA Dodgers and I was pissed, which you can imagine. So I had to buy a Dodgers' Counsell shirt and for some reason the Dodgers weren't their normal blue and white. And then right when I was waking up Michael Phelps was in my head. I don't remember much about that one.
I can't help but wonder what's next. Am I going to be in the video of dunking on LeBron? Roy Halladay is gonna end up at the Brewers in a trade for a couple of bats and a pack of sunflower seeds?
I've been thinking and in the soundtrack of life, I want a sassy trumpet to punctuate zing! or damnit moments ala "Bewitched." Just add it to the list of sweet soundtrack noises I want.
It was amusing. The other day I hear one of those DiggerHotline people outside marking up the neighbor's yard and he was bitching up a storm at someone on the phone. So naturally I had to go sit by the window to try and eavesdrop. I didn't really make out much of anything but it did provide some amusement from the mundane day to day pull shiz.
Oooohhhh ominous skies! Thunder booms! Lightening cracks! Eeeeeek!
I guess I don't have to worry about watering today. Holla! I wish it'd stop. Apparently my mutha and me are going down to clean the T's house, barf, and were gonna go to the fair! I WANT MY CHEESE CURDS!
Alright. Chow mein.
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