That's what I tell myself anyway. Because knowing that it's pushing 70 degrees/beautiful out makes sitting in a half-basement room with no windows seem just wrong. The only thing more wrong would be for McHale to remain the Wolves coach. It just doesn't make sense to waste something that could be so good, so perfect..on something (or someone) that leaves you watching the clock, waiting for it all to be over.
In other news, time flies when you listen to Lisa Lampanelli. I went from breakfast to lunch in one swift racist joke (or an hour's worth I guess). Worth it.
I'm having a hard time knowing what to think of the Twins these days. I've spent the better part of my last 2 weeks on these guys, the least they could do is show me a little consistency. Even if it's bad. Lord knows I'll still go to games. You are talking to a Timberwolves season ticket holder here, folks.
Today I met a man whose name is Master. Endless humor for the afternoon for this girl...office level and kept to myself, of course, but still funny stuff.
I got lost running in St. Louis Park yesterday after work. If you saw me at Cedar Lake Road/Louisiana 6 times, sorry about that.
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