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I don't know where to start on this craptacular day, people. It has been so wretched in such outstandingly varied ways that I don't know where to begin. Do I tell it chronologically? Do I divide it into sections like "Baseball Bullshit" and "Personal Bullshit?" Do I give up entirely and shotgun my Heineken? Or should I pop the Heineken into the fridge and just go to bed?

Okay. I have consulted my Theo icon, and we have decided that chronologically it is. Makes a better story. And I have a feeling this'll be hella long, so I'll do my friends a favor and cut it.

( A day which you merely spend enraged is not a bad day. A day which you spend helplessly amused at the stupidity, until you give in to the numbness pervading your soul? That's a bad fucking day. )

So, here I am, emo-ing in LJ, drinking Heineken, talking with my friends, and waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Because it's not done yet.

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What is with the Tigers relief giving up runs the SECOND they get the ball? I mean, in this case the score is now at 10-3 Tigers in the eighth, so I'm not too worried, but WTF?

Yankees currently behind the Angels 5-1, also in the eighth. Funny how they suck when the Princess only gets the one homer.

I feel much better now. =D

Interesting discussion on Schill's ankle going on at redsox. Heaven knows you want to take anything you read at that community with a grain of salt, but the OP here seems to know what she's talking about, and she's talking possible stress fracture. Which comes with a possible eight weeks out. LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU AND I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT IT.

But I still feel better. It's hard to lift out of a funk at work, and much easier to shake it at home when I'm free to do what I need to do to distract myself and break the circles my mind is going in. I'm not any happier about our pitching situation, but I'm not ready to have a fit either.

Edit: Final Tigers score 10-3. <3 I think I'll go to bed now and trust the Angels to finish things up.

Edit again: Okay, I lie. I futzed around and killed time getting ready for bed until that game was over. Final score: 5-1, Angels. What a difference twenty-four hours makes.