Isn’t it weird that when you are preparing to bring a baby home, you start baby proofing your house. It seems like the wrong choice of words. If I “bear-proof” my home, I’m not making it a safe a comfortable place for bears. I can’t think of a better word though.
I like writing on the train. The noise helps me zone out and write.
This morning I read on the Mets message board that they are only selling tickets to Opening day and the subway series games via a lottery or with a ticket plan. Was shut out of such a lottery last season for the playoffs. This is so fucked up … yes I applied for the lottery.
As shitty as it was, waiting in the freezing cold for tickets last year. It seems much more fun to me than this bogus lottery. I guess I’m following the game on yahoo. Lame. Unless I win the mega millions lottery, with people at work, and I buy season tickets.
I’d like to take more pictures. I really enjoy it and our new camera takes good photos.
What the fuck is up with that woman astronaut. Trying to kidnap and murder a rival in a weird love triangle with another astronaut. My favorite part of the story is she drove like 9 hours (or was it 900 miles) and she wore Depends so she wouldn’t have to make any pit stops. Nice.