I picked a bad week to give up huffing glue

Moo Knew was down most of the day, which to be perfectly honest was producing some serious thoughts of secession around these parts. Thankfully, our old pal Jen at Freakin'Jen gave us some shelter from the storm (note to self, hey, that would make a great cheesy song). Thanks, Jen!

You know, by some freak coincidence I have my bi-monthly meeting with my shrink tomorrow, and I can just see how it would go:

Dr: Well, Steve, how are you doing these days?

Steve: Well, let's see: the Red Sox are about to win the World Series, and 1000 people come to visit my "weblog" daily to read the rantings of myself and a good friend named Robbo. Oh yeah, and we pretend to be LLamas.

Dr: I see. Nurse? I'm going to need 500 cee-cees of Thorazine, STAT! And get me those damn jumper cables!

Freekin' monkeys.

Seventh inning just ended---six outs to go.