this morning sucks 'cause i'm tired (couldn't find a comfortable position). yesterday morning really sucked 'cause i had to wake up early, my alarm clock wasn't set right so i missed the sports wrapup from sunday, i had to go to sam's daycare, AAAND i didn't sleep all night for a very stupid reason.
so anyone who reads this is well aware of buddy' #1's recent suckage, and i realized that i must be so obsessed with this sport that i was subconsciously aware of the suckage, resulting in a dream in which buddy #1 got sent back to double-A wichita, which broke my heart to the point where i woke up and couldn't sleep 'cause i needed to know whether it had actually happened or not.
i'm not sure what to shake my head in 'wow-that's-dumb'-ness: the fact that i like baseball players enough to have a dream about one, the fact that i'm so obsessed that i knew about the suckage subconsciously (which only proves that i probably have no life 'cause you're technically only s'posed to be subconsciously aware of food, danger and some other third thing), or that i lost sleep over something that didn't actually happen and probably wouldn't (after i told mike, he shook his head and told me that 1: they wouldn't send him back just 'cause of a few weeks of suckage, and 2: if they sent him back to the minors, it'd be triple-A)
and huzzah for morneau for winning the home run derby. i only watched the first 4, and i was rooting for grady and josh. (and the fact that evan had a mike on while he was up now explains why i heard a 'rrgh' or a groan of some sort after every out.)