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  Opening, er, Night

11 April 2000

10:37 PM: Good thing I went home early and cleaned up my apartment today. Yep.

It's Opening Day at the ballpark today. I got into work around 3, far enough into the game that nobody was arriving, not close enough to the end that anybody was leaving. Much, anyway. They make me nervous. It's not that baseball fans are stupid, just that a crowd pushes up the odds of running into a stupid person. To about a probability of 1 based on my samples to date. Note to self: Bring stun gun.

Yes, so the theory was, I was going to come here early, take off early, and go home and clean. What a blogg. I think I'm just going to have to take tomorrow off to get it done. The more I think about it, the less point there is in worrying about anything else in the apartment as long as I don't have space for the computer. Which means moving the Looming Tower of Book Death in the bedroom, which means cleaning out the closet...

I have this fantasy that somewhere in the apartment, there's a switch I can push or a weight I can lift, that will set the whole Goldbergian mechanism into action, and it will all turn out to have been a fiendishly clever device for making Belgian waffles or something.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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