So, last night I had a dream that I was discussing The Red Krayola with someone, with only good things to say..

So, I walked in to a bar tonight and "Nous Sommes Du Soleil" was playing, but it was already halfway through so I guess I missed my chance...

So that was weird. I didn't go to McDonalds, I didn't lose my Facebook, I gained a extra month, and I learned the truth about Nixon. I guess funny things can happen over Irish whiskey...

Said I want you to stay...

For whatever reason I guess I have to go to McDonalds in a little while, always trying new things? I guess I lost my Facebook, for whatever reason I guess it might be a good thing, like going to McDonalds. I guess sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and do whatever feels right, even if it feels wrong...

Baseball, to me, ultimately comes down to the basic battle between the base and the ball. The only goal being to throw that ball to your base. Only opposing force being a base with a ball. The rest is a reaction.

Take some time..

In retrospect, I feel nostalgic...

Is it safe to hit a propane tank with bouncy balls?

I hope so because I was doing it today and it was pretty fun. Maybe someday they will make a ceramic propane tank, or at least a bird house...