I've been operating in a haze the last three days. Work is hectic and regular life is busy, too. The city's working on the sidewalks a block away and guess what time they like to make their ungodly noise? Yup, right around 8 a.m. When night owl is cozy in his nest. Bastards. Multiply that by a certain Cuban phenom blowing up in Dodgerdom. Normally, I'm used to following the Dodgers from three time zones away. My job helps make that easy. But with Yasiel Puig doing what he's been doing, not only do I have to follow the games, but I have to re-follow them on the highlights, and then I have to calm myself down from the buzz that only a two home run game in a player's second career game can produce. Next thing I know, someone is holding a jackhammer up to my ear saying, "wakey, wakey!" I'm so tired. I was tempted not to post today, but I didn't want to do that. I'm already withholding packages from people until I get the budget under...
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