A fabulous Saturday.

Getting up early on the first Saturday in November produced these results:

1. Free beer at the Sam Adams Brewery in JP
2. Drunken meandering at the Arnold Arboretum
3. Burritos at Anna's Taqueria
4. Nap
5. Watchin' a movie
6. Pumpkin lattes the next morning en route to Worcester/Auburn (after getting up much later than the previous day)

Life is still good. Black Friday and the rest of Thanksgiving weekend will take place in NYC; although the Phils lost the Series, well, they still put up a decent fight. I'm tired of listening to Cole Hamels whine and his inconsistent pitching, but I don't think Brett Myers will ever get back into the rotation where he deserves to be. Meh, I don't like Charlie Manuel much anyway. Alas, but at least they still have JayWerth (who really should replace J.D. Drew in right field for the Sox, AHEM). But, until next baseball season, football, basketball, and hockey will just have to fill the void. I'm waiting for the day on which I have an awkward sighting of a certain person who shall not be named, but at the same time I simply don't care. I used to worry about what I'd be wearing, what I would say, etc. Now, shit, I could give a flying fuck. Honestly, I hope his life is just as miserable as he made mine. Losers shall attract other losers, and let's just hope that for the love of god they don't reproduce. That is all. Now, back to my job, which I love. Yes, yes I do. I also love when authors are nice. Ah, small miracles. I'm rambling, and I blame the whoopie pies from Worcester. Heh, alliteration!