So I played a show with my old band, Frolic last night. It was quite a bit of fun, but it did remind me of why I chose to leave the band in the first place. I really enjoy playing the bass in a band, but I really don't enjoy being out on Sunday nights, loading a trailer, coming home, falling into bed, and getting up the next morning feeling like a Peterbilt just had its way with me. If that show had been on a weekend, it would have been great. I could have stayed out with all the band friends, drank, had a good time, then slept it off the next day. But since it was on a Sunday, I now will spend the rest of this week trying to catch up on all of the sleep I am now lacking.

Alexa is using full sentences now. I think she might be the brightest child I have known.

Jack in the Box Carmel Crunch Shakes are awesome.

How hard could it be to trade Sammy Sosa? We traded Todd Hundley, didn't we?

My fantasy football team sucks. I got slaughtered this week by 70 points. The guy I played almost had 200 points, which is relatively unheard of (unless you play me).
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