OK, to summarize the last couple of weeks in the life of malaise that I lead:

Fucking Tigers. Zumaya can throw a ball 104 miles an hour and hit a target the size of a baseball glove, but he can’t lob a ball to one of the bases to get an easy out. I don’t get it. The Tigers picked the worst time of year to play their worst baseball. It was an ugly series, and I’m frightfully ashamed of the way the Tigers played.

Bush is a fascist. (That could apply to any day of my life since 2000, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Halloween came and went, and I didn’t have to take any toilet paper down. Victory is mine! I guess once the TP’ers hit 31 years old, they’re too damn lazy to run a haunted house AND TP someone’s apartment.