Thanks for the fish

at the hands of ginger pear mojitos and maple sugar liqueur. There were bacon cheeseburgers involved too. And whoopie pies. It hurts a little now (my tummy). I’m watching my brand new team, the red sox, on TV for the first time. I’m not a complete baseball virgin as my sisters went through a baseball phase when I was in high school, so I do actually understand the game. I just need to figure out the players and stuff. My sister in law and I were both were our Red Sox shirts. I liked hers better. They just tied the game up. OH whoops, no they didn’t. Nevermind. It would help if I actually watched it.

Saw a bird mite when i was at my mother in law’s house but I didnt’ tell her because I thought it would be rude.

Well, I’m reading this book called Everyman, by Philip Roth and it’s an utterly depressing book about a guy who dies at teh begining and then it goes through his whole life detailing all of his medical complaints. And since I started reading it, everything has started hurting and now I’m convinced I have breast cancer and I am dying. IN addition, I’m in a total funk, totally depressed, and have started (again) wanting everything I don’t have, and not wanting anything I do have (yes, I’m talking mostly about people). Thinking about peopel (person)  I haven’t thought about in a long time, and iwth some new ones (one) too. I have psychological problems.

Well, I have to watch the game and look for bird mites.