A couple quick things:
Last night, Angrisani convinced me to join his fantasy baseball league. We named my team after Helen Keller, which is somewhat approp, especially considering I have absolutely no idea how a fantasy sports league works & Helen Keller probably would run a team better than me.
So this morning, I managed to lose my train pass, find it after I bought a million dollar round trip ticket in a panic, lose my credit card, find my credit card in my pocket all along, get hit on by the 50-year-old guy with a 9-year-old daughter & “a serious rejection complex” sitting next to me on the train who wants to take me to a movie & then walk around Borders Books, managed to step in a ginormous puddle AND got an IM from Eastern Europe! And all before 11am. Yeah, Monday.
Tonight’s Heroes = amazing. I may or may not have cried with Jack Bristow Mr. Bennett’s decision at the end. Uncle Lou looked at me like I was nuts, but he’s been playing this weird Swedish music all week, so he really can’t talk.
That’s all for now.