a first
oh, Christmas.
the hardest working man in show business died last night. that’s too bad.
I didn’t do much of anything today, besides cook, clean and win my fantasy football league.
let me say again, lest I be misinterpreted.
I won my fantasy football league.
to those of you who don’t consider ESPN a part of the four food groups, fantasy football is where grown-ass men who would make shitty football players/coaches flex their statistical muscles in the face of other nerds.
I am the king of the “Buffalo Wild Wings Season 4″ league and its assorted burnouts and hooligans. I did it without starting a full roster for at least three games, which I know pissed off Dave. and most importantly, I won 250 dollars doing it.
well, this all may be a bit premature. nothing is written in stone as of this writing. myself and my esteemed opponent both had players in the monday night games. but I had a 19 point lead on him to start the day off, and I don’t think 25 carries for 125 yards by Brian Westbrook will make up that gap. besides, the Miami D played well tonight, and that’s got to be worth something for me.
anyway, back to the business at hand.
tried to go to mass today. showered, cleaned up nice, put on a clean dress shirt. drove over to St. Mary’s.
totally missed service. fuck. sorry, Jesus.
came home, wept openly in loneliness, and then made lasagna, which actually turned out alright. the eggplant was a little undercooked, and it was a little soupy – I need to strain the spinach better – but it tasted alright. had two pieces. and now it feels like I’ve been eating raw cabbage and refried beans, because I can’t stop ripping ass.
that’s okay. totally worth it. I could get into this cooking-for-yourself thing.
the rum balls didn’t turn out so hot. I gave them a day and a half to solidify, got nothing, thought they tasted like ass and tossed them. next time, I’m not fucking around. just going with the chocolate chip.
I didn’t actually weep. today wasn’t that bad. I’m not going to do it again if I can help it, but it’s just another day if you want it to be.
alright. more hard news for Mar: Round II!
and, Merry Christmas.
“but i’m trying ringo. I’m tryin’ REAL. HARD – to be the sheperd.”
you got an email, josh?