The time just snail paces on by...

It's been undeniable torture. I have been in a mental holding pattern for so long it's not even funny. I can't extricate myself from it. But soon it will stop.

Next Wednesday, I will finally get to complete the draft for our fantasy baseball keeper league. No other fantasy sports compare. It's funny how basketball bores me, football bores me. They absolutely don't hold my attention, however baseball is the one thing that can captivate me, engulf me, own my waking thoughts. Strange thing I admit, however, blogs is where you admit crap like this.

Sidebar: I'm sitting here and my neighbor is playing music. At a decibel which is turning me into a small ball of speaker mashing rage. My neighbor from what I've gathered over the years is an aspiring DJ/record producer. He remixes songs constantly. How do I know this you ask? Well he likes to remix and create and the mind numbing sound level of a small jet engine. If I hear Bad Boys by Shyne remixed again with some kind of Peter Tosh, I will begin to revisit my fantasy of buying a axehandle from my neighborhood Home Depot, climbing over his fence through the weed infested back area of our homes and smash his speakers to bits.

Okay I'm a little on edge. I'm over it now.

I'm still in the process of trying to figure out who to take first in my little draft. Since when each of our teams get to keep 10 players, there are 120 players who are already off the board. That's the dilemma I'm all having right now. What to do?! What to do?!

My toe is still killing me. It got to the point where I almost begged my brother to send me some drugs. I would kill for some kind of painkiller right now. Aleve is just not cutting it. And yes it has been confirmed that my mother threw those pills out. Understandable of course, considering the addictive qualities of some pain medications, however...ONE WOULD NOT MAKE ME AN ADDICT. ARGH.

I could be so angry at that too.

But I'm not.

A friend of mine wants to start some kind of online art mag/rag, so she asked if I could think of a name...and yes, I came up with feminARTsy. Admittedly this is kind of bad, but though I am a well enlightened man, and am very kind and considerate and respectful, I'm still a man. And that testosterone comes out. Yes, yes it does. So for fun I made that logo.

But I'm still not angry over Mom cleaning and losing pills.

No, I'm not.