i drove into work this morning with a grin on my face thinking about a particular girl. for no particular reason. didn't see her last night. wasn't woken by her phone call. nothing new happened. i just really like my luck and i really like her. *beam*

i do not, however, like other drivers. either they've all misread the labels on their medications which read, in bold letters, "DO NOT OPERATE A VEHICLE" and have consequently become half-awake in their commutes, or my tolerance for annoying driving habits has begun to wane. whichever, i'm very conscious lately that i seem to be one of very few people who actually understands and practices common courtesies behind the wheel. it's quite frustrating.

but not nearly as frustrating as last night's World Series game. was that baseball?? i think no one on the Giants team, except maybe Rich Aurilia, should get paid for that game. through the first four innings, i was upset and annoyed. after that, i was just plain jaded and cynical. it starts to become sadly comical when a pitcher (y'know, the guy whose job it is to toss the ball with some accuracy) can't make a simple throw to home to get a runner out. but Barry Bonds did hit a humongous home run and seems to have fully shaken off his post-season demons. yay for him. isn't that nice. go Barry. rah. rah. Giants lose. jaded. bitter.