Work sucked, I have a cold, loss of appetite and the World Series is in a rain delay. All in all I couldn't be any peachier. Note to self: don't play with babies suffering from a cold. Note to self: get some sleep.
At prescicely 2:00 am this morning, I heard a series of loud pops. At first I thought that the world was going to end...then I thought that someone was firing a gun. Then I thought that a plane crashed. I heard no firetrucks, police sirens, screaming. All was good. What the hell happened?
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0 (Grumble) Grumbles .