Just drove 12 hours from WI back to TN.
Good to see the Grandma. Doc says it’s a miracle she can still talk at this point, so I’m very grateful that I had at least one last bit of time to be able to talk to her. Enjoyed spending the days with her and the nights getting drunk under the table by my Grandpa. Rest of the family kinda drove me crazy, but that’s okay.
Also kinda realized that my forced vacation from the internet at ye olde cottage left me feeling a little refreshed, and hell, it’s probably for the best that I didn’t spill out every last bit of useless shit that comes out of my head onto the screen this week. Gonna be taking it easy a bit on here til the personal life gets a little less sad, methinks. Still lurking. Still creeping. Still muttering obscenities at the ESPN Fantasy Tracker. Usual shit.
really bringing the hurt on n-j-d after last night’s game
I was shacked up in a cottage off of the bay in Wisconsin with intermittent internet when I remembered that I did not update my lineup. Updated the roster and still got whooped.
The only redeeming part of my Tumblr team is the name and that ain’t even that good.
The best way to bypass that is to not read ESPN. SBnation is your friend
I know, I know. I’ve been ritualistically checking ESPN for so long now, though. I CAN’T CHANGE.
I passed out with the first episode of Luther on last night with the volume kinda high and I was violently awoken by the sounds of Luther smashing the door frame and everything surrounding the door frame at his old lady’s house. I think the neighbors are concerned.
Self-hate is characterized by reading the comments after every ESPN article.
It’s incredible what two aspirin and a plate of BBQ will do for a wretched soul.
Also, Happy Birthday, Ray.
I remember watching Ray sing this on tv and I lost it when Willie started crying. A voice with no equal.
Happy Birthday, Boss.
Blake Shelton is
I ate a full pizza at 10:00 PM and the heartburn kept me up all night.
The dream is dead