The office looks like a tornado hit it, and I don't feel up to cleaning it. Since I'll spend most of tomorrow morning listening to a company meeting, I'll do it then.
Remember yesterday I was talking about the horrible uniforms Bill Veeck dressed the White Sox in during the late 1970's? Here's a picture. They also--no kidding--wore shorts in one game.
Why am I writing about baseball? Because I feel like I need to do something to break this rut.
I think I'll turn this damn thing off and go live life for a change.
