curses

after much pondering all night, i came up here at 11:30 to write a post before i went to bed entitled "wasting my life in front of the television." as you see, this is not the title, because when i came up to type said post, i read konstantina's post on doing laundry and realized i had my laundry in as well since 8 pm. now i have to stay up later and wait for it to dry. i have spent an incredible amount of time watching tv thanks to the Mets on TBS and the Wizards on ESPN. It's been draining with the twists and turns in both games (both also went into overtime). Stupid wizards though, gilbert arenas can make 30 foot 3's, but not free throws.

then there's the Mets game... don't even get me started. if you're bored and understand baseball, read the play by play, pay attention to activity from the 7th inning on and pay close attention to billy wagner and the Mets' half innings and all the opportunities they had to end this thing. it's something like 13 runners left in scoring position as i type (game's still not over). i'm tempted to rant about wagner for the next 10 minutes and then rant about kazmir, but i'll spare you for now.

i also pulled a muscle in my upper quad at softball last night. there goes the i'm young, in good shape, and thus invicible theory. i need to stretch before i go running all out on the base paths. back to watching the mets on tbs and waiting for laundry i go.