Welcome, weekend. I'm still wondering where the end of summer went, but anyway, it's still nice out today. I got a haircut this morning from the lovely amateurs at Supercuts. The girl I had today is usually pretty good, but she always cuts the back crooked-like, so I have to fix it. It's fine if it's a little bit off, then I wouldn't care, but when it visibly slopes downward to the left, it looks sorta funny.

I went to the bank to attempt to cash my check from GHT, but there was a line out the door full of old people. It must be social security check day. Yup, it's the 3rd of the month, so I left because I probably would still be there since 10:30.

I'm listening to Cursive right now. This is a very strange but good cd. It has organs and cellos in abundance. Very eerie.

My Red Sox prediction was wrong. Boy do they suck. How can they not score with that lineup. Their lineup reminds me of an even better than the Jays of 93. They have really no weak link, except for maybe in leadoff. I guess pitching does win games, and their bullpen bites it big time.

Pizza night. Tomorrow it's supposed to rain because we have a game to do.

I realized even more that I hate the South. Folks in Richmond refused to name a street after tennis legend Arthur Ashe because of his skin color. Fucking muffs. Go buy a clue instead of a confederate flag.