Thursday, December 18

The whips and scorns of time

Since my birthday is rapidly approaching, and I will be the stately age of 28 (sweet mother of god, am I really that old?), I have been thinking about what the hell I'm doing with my life. I haven't come up with any answers. But my lovely friends decorated my office and that makes it perfectly obvious that I have been busy making good friends, and thusly have no time to end hunger or bring about world peace. (I wish I had a digital camera so I could share the loveliness of my office, strung with garland that has Christmas socks hanging from it, but alas, I don't. And I've been posting too many pictures lately anyway.)

My point (and I do have one) is this: What the fuck are they doing to my team? I mean, really. You can't trade Nomar! I won't allow it! It's my birthday!

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