I'm still coughing. Blah. Only now I'm not having coughing fits that wake me up in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for poor Meredith. She's currently going through the same bout with the cold. Alas, we are a sickly crew.
Spent yesterday watching football again. It's such a guilty pleasure. A.J. Feeley was a kid who used to play for my high school alma mater. I remember him when he was a scrawny kid who was the waterboy for our varsity football team. Poor guy got harrassed and harangued all evening! I tell you, I'm glad I'm a poet. There's no tackling in poetry, though I've seen a few workshops where folks were on the verge of coming to blows.
4 days ago
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who are your teams, O? mine are tampa bay, buffalo (duh--although, they are sooo pitiful, it's painful to watch anymore), and Indianapolis. you're like one of the few poets i know who also watches football!
One of the few poets? I watch almost all the other sports too ('cept hockey). Conflict is poetic, yes?
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