Tom is Away

gorging.

not going anywhere near any place that’s filled with people from my high school.

Instead, I’m at some arbitrary jersey bar filled with people from someone else’s high school. Hey, at least I might not hate these people.

reading.

trying to figure out why my neighbor has been using his leaf blower for an entire fucking hour.

Then, trying to figure out the least bloody way to explode that thing while he’s holding it.

working on unnecessarily long, complex posts for the fantasy football message board.

wishing i’d gone to bed before 3:00

being excitiing, but somewhat secretive about how so.

the train– it’s not so bad.

out in the big city having at least one beer– preferably in a 72 ounce glass.

there’s really no excuse for MLB to wait until the week of Thanksgiving to finish announcing all of their award winners

La Salle University dissolves football team, ends bloody rivalry with St. Peter’s. And no one cares, not even the players’ parents.

courtesy of the barrelhouse blog:

he tried to kill me, so i have to return the favor

maybe doing some reading.

no carousing tonight.
tomorrow, maybe.

teaching, then possibly out carousing to celebrate the beginning of thanksgiving break.

2 weeks until season 4 of the wire comes out on dvd.

2 1/2 weeks until i’m done watching season 4.

is it wrong to root for every patriot (besides tom brady, captain of my fantasy team) to get hurt tonight?

also, i’m reading papers.

slightly enthused about the win.

hoping the patriots rest their starters next week.

AJ Feeley may suck, but at least he’s the prettiest sucky quarterback in the league.

hoping the Eagles "keep that sunshine flowing," as Mike Quick said.