• A good football weekend.

    I am a Bucs fan. I know it is fashionable to say, “I have been a fan for a long time”, but how many of the others had posters of Ron Holmes, Ron Hall, Donald Igwebweke, or James Wilder hanging on their bedroom wall? As a childhood transplant from Massachusetts, I’ve had a good year. The Patriots won last year and the Bucs this year. Next thing you know it, the Red Sox will win the World Series. O.K., I admit I’m getting a little carried away.

  • Broken.

    How long do you expect things to last? Have you ever bought something new and been disappointed right out of the box? At what point do you decide to give up and start over with an alternative?

    What if it was a car? What if the replacement to this hypothetical car would cost more in monthly loan payments (than the annual accumulation of repair bills), but the sight of this car drove you to a rage? Would you keep the car, but give it a good cathartic kick each morning?

  • Snuggling up with my self-righteousness.

    I think it is simply precious that I am typing this entry at the last minute, given my conversations with a coworker this week. On more than one occasion, I found my self almost bragging that I was able to do certain things I enjoy by carefully budgeting my time. Now picture me sitting up past my bed time, in part because the bug to write took it’s time biting, and because tomorrow morning is my self imposed deadline for writing this thing. Sitting here typing this, I can’t help but laugh at myself. If all of this seems absurd to me, one can only imagine how it sounds to someone else.