Sunday babble

booo. Having a party is always a good idea. And then you have one. And you have to accommodate and stress and make sure everyone is entertained. maybe. there is cleanup the next day. stale party smell is the worst.

I have a new job. It starts in 8 days. I do not know who they are expecting. I just want paychecks.

I was waiting for a moment - but that moment never came. All the billion other moments...

Been watching horror films non-stop for weeks so I am on edge. I was in a parking lot the other night and it was wet and windy and I anticipated a stabbing. It never came. But I thought it would. Hellraiser. Friday the 13th. Night of the Living Dead.

I should have a bat. An aluminum bat. In case I have to swing, under duress. At somebody. All men should have a bat. I figured I would just pick one up over time. You can't buy a bat. You just acquire one. Inherent it. I'm babbling.

All I really know is that the Bengals lost and the keg is still live and October is done and HBO is the best network.

Ohio State is going to beat Michigan by 2 scores.

I was always going to write, and then blah blah bladity blah. blah.

Constant fear. I complain all the time. But that has nothing to do with my fear.

The Bengals do not have enough to win in the playoffs. I know this today. The offense is not the juggernaut it claims to be. The defense is average. Not enough. And that sucks, because the season is not even at the midpoint. Maybe next year.