Who won that game last night? I wore myself out after the super show. #sarcasm #deadpan #IDidNotFlushMyDreamsToiletPaper
Baseball is back, so you’re getting an early mix!
I didn’t sleep in, which back in the day would be a bad thing, but today it was a positive. I went to the gym as the sun was rising, filled up with my grocery store discount and got a smoothie for $3 (plus protein). I couldn’t work out as long as I wanted to (had to switch from elliptical to the treadmill), but based on where I was a week ago, I’m feeling good. I’m even cooking salmon tonight.
Since the last time I wrote to you, dear Lizzie, I have remembered new things and am learning new things. I have old video relevant to this case, but I have no working cassette player, so I’m making NEW TIME while I read about this -- https://law.justia.com/cases/virginia/supreme-court/1986/830529-1.html -- and listen to sports and fantasy baseball. ;0
Becoming Mr. Aces
Jan. 31, 2020
I awakened to a dreary, cold day in Florida. My phone was off (thank God!), although I didn’t realize that when I woke up from a fantasy and beat the passion out of myself. I took the flag outside since sunrise had passed and the country was in the middle of a crisis of conscience.
I pulled off my night clothes and stood stark naked staring at the phone, which, again, thank God it was off. The naughty side of me doesn’t ever see eye to eye with the “real” me, the one who won’t speak up until he’s suffocated.
I had been waiting for this day for a while. It was the day where the Senate would have to take a stand on a moral issue that had been plaguing America perhaps since its founding, when George Washington warned us about how political parties would be the end of us.
After fumbling through a few login screens, I settled into my blue chair with an Irish tea and Nestle creamer to watch a cute blonde woman pounding on her piano, some furry creatures watching her every move.
My furry creature was resting in the chair beside me.
It was now or never, I thought.
Now, the Spirit urged me. It’s time.
To Jam.
[FTR, this is my cat Libby. I sometimes like to put sunglasses on her to trick her out. Because that’s just what I do.]
When you’re a poor kid, you have to make some compromises to get ahead. So, I try to remember the tale about the hare and the turtle. I think we all know how that story goes.
My prayer today… will you join me in praying it?
Amen! (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8oqyPTnNoP/?igshid=186lzcpkeqbg1
We wouldn’t want that! Listen up, Hollywood!
you guys don't understand, i will melt into a puddle if emergence is not renewed for season 2