the walking dead

Well, considering the outcome, I foolishly stayed up to watch the game last night. By most measures (especially the numerical representation we call the "score"), the Indians suffered a huge embarrassing failure at the hands of the White Sox. The game ended after 2.

Today was rough. I was a zombie. Well, I was all the negatives of a zombie - the heavy bags under my eyes, the guttural monotone, the flaking-off skin, the inability to form complete sentences - without any of the positives - the indefatigable walking, the inordinate strength, the life-sucking biting skills. At some point, work was done. Being a zombie makes for a long day.