Don’t Ask Me How I’m Doing

I’m crappy!.

The Yankees beat the Redsox 8 to 4. There I am recovering from that terrible blow.

So I head to Starbucks to drown my sorrows in caffeinated beverages with steamed milk. And I find that a terrible, horrible thing has happened...

Starbucks has taken away their porch furniture.

And it’s supposed to be 80 this week. Perfect latté and cigar weather.

So it’s all hopeless. I’d off myself, but next Memorial Day, it’ll be back. I think I can hang on till then.

Oh.

And I didn’t meet Him at the Raven this afternoon.

When He does show up, man is he gonna get it for making me wait.

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