It's 9:27 pm, and I really haven't started writing my literature review for my big school project, which is due in the morning. I'm outlining it in my head during the 25 times I need to pee during any given day (today, I'm at 17, and, yes, I'm thinking about seeing a doctor about it, and, yes, it might just be because I drink water by the gallon, and, yes, I'm still a little concerned that it might be some sort of diabetic thing because it runs in my family, and, yes, I consider myself in pretty good shape at the moment but I know that diabetes can still come, and, no, I'm not getting myself worked into a tizzy just thinking about it a bit, and, yes, I still go two or three times every night, and, yes, this is probably why I wet the bed until I was nearly 12 years old), and I think once I get started, it will go just fine.
In the meantime, I'm watching the Tigers get their 52nd win of the season against the Astros. They are leading all of baseball in wins right now, and, in fact, have the best 77-game record of any team in all of baseball for at least the last five years! They're also in the division that, for the first time since leagues were put into divisions in 1969, has two clubs at the 49-win mark by game 75. Ugh. They should be racking up a five- or ten-game lead by now, but they're in the toughest division in baseball since 1969. (Or, at least, toughest at the top at this point in the season.)
Anyhow, I think it's about time that people start paying attention and for me to start getting cocky. I have made my tattoo my profile photo; that is part of my newfound cockiness. If I had known that getting the long planned tattoo would result in a first place year, then I would have done in back in 1995. I have been religiously faithful ever since 1987, the last year they were good, and it's finally paying off.
Lastly, I added some links to favorites below, including a link to Caleb Stine and the Brakemen, Baltimore's best band. Below, I'm posting a direct link to my favorite song off their new CD, "Devil," along with some partial lyrics.
She went off and found God
and I think that I found Satan
He was waiting in my mouth
for a chance to jump out
and turn my loving into hating
All those words they weren't mind
I'd never stoop to that level
When she tried to resist
I used my fist
It must have been the devil
If I was a weaker man
I'd blame this whiskey in my hand
Late at night, it's plain to see
There's no devil, it's just me
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