Is it just me or does Justin Masterson look like he's 12? He's 24, born in 1985, but geez. He looks so friggin' young! Pedroia, Ellsbury and Kottaras are all 26, and Jon Lester is 25. I feel old though...

Then again all of the high level gymnasts and figure skaters are 10 years younger than I am. It freaks me out.

Holy shit Red Sox! We're still alive. And what a way to do it in too! I'm looking forward to Saturday night! We can do it again!8-7 win over Tampa. Huzzah!

Now, PT and sleep. More art work tomorrow.

I came home yesterday after having a shitty day in the gym. My bike seat wasn't locking correctly on the way over, and that put me in a shit-tastic mood. And my abs are so weak it's not even funny. So I biked home in a terrible mood, kicked the heavy bag a couple of times before it hurt my ankle, and went upstairs in a rotten mood. I walked into the kitchen to find John, and his friend Jake (of mango-margarita fame) in the kitchen, drinking beer and making fried chicken. Well... John was making chicken, Jake was there for moral support. John's from Alabama, and goddamn he makes good fried chicken! So he fed me, and introduced me to fried pickles, which are less gross than you might think. And we watched the Sox shut out the Angels on the big screen. And eventually Andy got the HD box working so we watched it in HD. And Andy gave me beer.

There is something very comforting about coming home to food and beer and no drama. And getting teased. But mostly food and beer and baseball and no drama. My bad mood went away almost instantly. I love my boys.


In other news, I should hear Friday from the DYS job. *crosses everything* I'm so done with this job. It's very strange to post your own job on Monster and craigslist, but we're trying to get a full-timer into this position.

I did a botched forward roll on Monday at martial arts, forgot to tuck my head and whacked the back of my head pretty hard on the mat. My neck is not happy with me.

I'm finally getting my car fixed tomorrow. I took it over to get an estimate last night. The guy at the shop asked me who put the bumper cover on, and was very impressed when I told him that I had done it. Heeee! After the light is back in, then I'll take it to my normal garage and have them do an alignment and oil change, and then I'll have a happy car again. I'm tired of driving around in a half-broken car.