We're at the sixty-nine day milepost. You all have sixty-nine days to get your act together.
This is not as annoying as seeing their Magic Number countdown in April. The faithful are watching the calendar in anticipation of the days they get to pay admission to talk on their cellphones and scream at soft flyballs caught by the pitcher. Insert juvenile sex joke here:______.
Sports
I hit my target weight today and we're only twenty-five days into the year. By that I mean I'm almost three months into a new gym habit and I feel pretty good these days.
Sports
The proverbial 'watercooler' tomorrow will feature people commenting to me about tonight's Wisconsin basketball defeat. Sports is probably the only non-business related thing I discuss with certain people during the day. Either that or I'm way more socially awkward than I think I am. Regardless, I'm starting to think spectator sports exist for the sole purpose of giving corporate america something to talk about.