rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

it’s 30 seconds left in the Dallas/San Antonio game. it is tied. Tm Duncan just hit two clutch free throws, and it’s a timeout. Dallas’ ball. and for whatever reason, the goddamn camera is on manchild Dallas owner and Indiana University graduate Mark Cuban. who gives a fuck about him? this is a great game.
I like the Spurs a lot more when Manu Ginobli and Tony Parker aren’t playing. they’re obviously better with both of them, but I guess that means I don’t hate Tim Duncan. though my ear is not tuned to the NBA — at all — I’ve perceived a lot of people don’t like him because he’s boring. he’s definitely that. Tim Duncan is known as  a fundamental basketball center. and fundamental basketball makes for boring basketball shoes. I agree with this, but yeah, it’s not really very fair.

I’m … god. I’m tired. I’m tired as shit, for empahsis. and my legs hurt. why do my legs hurt? I went running today. that uses your legs, a lot, but that’s not it, I run all the time, and they never hurt before.
I am looking forward, a hell of a lot, to my impending vacation. I miss those people, god damn it, those dregs in Indiana. that’s right, Mar: dregs. you heard me. I don’t think I’ve been at mom’s house for Thanksgiving for a long time. I have speculated recently, that it’s been six years. but I have no records of where I was, I don’t remember … wait. I have the blog archives. let’s look:

2004: Valparaiso. well, so much for that.

I never get back to Indiana, and I sure do like it a lot when I’m there. but you got to wonder if you’re ever gonna get back there. not trying to suggest anything. it just seems like such a long way away sometimes.
we’ll see. one step at a time. but the first one now, is going to sleep.