Lots of running, lots of driving, disappointing tater tots, airline employee fights, and voluntary manual labor at the ball park all added up to a moderately eventful weekend (at least by my standards).
Game Recap
RIP, The Sandwich Shop
Sadly, it’s time to pour one out for my usual lunchtime haunt.
De argumento Summi Pontificis, de morte eius et de necessitate efficaciae securitatis
In which I speculate about the late pope’s Funko Pops collection, alternate universe ballplayers, and other important matters.
So, this all seems horrible
It’s the end of the world as we know it. And I do not feel fine.
Sick of being sick
I’ve been varying degrees of ill over the past three weeks. Sadly not the fun Beastie Boys kind of ill, just the lame old sick kind.