bless.

It's Selection Sunday.
I'm sitting on the couch at Sarah's, typing up some of McKeown's Amores commentary. In a few minutes there'll be dinner - fish tacos - and then Katie and I are going to sprawl on the couch and watch a chick flick.
I spent a substantial portion of today outside soaking up the 80-degree weather, and my plans for tomorrow are similar. I also spent a substantial portion of time playing with Dillon, who is the sweetest kitty known to man.

Damn, it's good to be home.

an open letter

dear espn,

"game highlights" =/= "dookie vitale having an orgasm in the background as we get to see all the shots redick made (five) and none of the ones he didn't (sixteen)"

no love,
me