10.20.04 :: 10:06 am

Ruby reminded me that the Yankees always give me fucking agita this time of year every year and like last time I will not be watching until the last possible minute. Because. Agita.

I cried yesterday at work. I think it was exhaustion, but it was more the fact that my boss has a severe case of Whatever Minute Unimportant Detail She Remembers From Three Years Ago Becomes All-Encompassing Right The Fuck Now and I was running around like a headless chicken until finally I just couldn't anymore and I broke down and left at 2:30.

Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, et al.

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