I didn't even watch the convention tonight. Ever since I had that ultra-long training session this morning, I've just been in a bad very tight mood.  Some might use the phrase logi. I didn't even find out if the Mets won today.

When I got home, instead of plopping in front of the TV, I sat down in the comfy chair in the Man room trying to relax. I was in here for a while until dinner was ready. We caught an episode of Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law, that is a funny show, also saw a little bit of Aqua Teenage Hunger squad. What the fuck is that about. A sarcastic packet of french fries, a mean soda and a dim wited pile of chopped meat. And they fight crime. Huh?

I saw an advanced copy of Peter and the Starcatchers, though I thought the trim size would be a bit bigger, what it lacks in height it more than makes up with over 500 pages of swashbuckling action. I can't wait to get me a copy of the finished book, so I can read the final version, and since I know it hasn't changed much from the draft I read I know I will enjoy it again. 

I think one of the new Baby Einstein books has won a prestigious award for children's books. I'll put more details when I know, but what I do know is that I recommended putting Baby Galileo and his mom on the cover, everyone else wanted the monkeys. PUT ME IN COACH!

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