Out of It

I started feeling a little bit of something yesterday: fatigue, a little tickle in the back of the throat that felt nothing like a penis. This morning I have a little bit of congestion and feeling tired. It’s not a full-blown cold, but enough to annoy the piss out of me. Then again, everything annoys the piss out of me so I guess everything is normal. ?

This past weekend seemed to take more of the piss out of me than I expected. I initially was going to not write anything on Monday, which I didn’t, but it extended to Tuesday. I only wrote a little preview piece of the Dodgers-Braves series last night, so I guess it’s time for me to get my act together.

I finished reading The Dreyfus Affair last night, a love affair between a shortstop and a second baseman. The premise is good: a gay love story amongst players on a baseball team. I found almost all of the characters deplorable, and there is a sudden plot shift in the middle of the book when their love affair is exposed, it felt like a bit of a stretch.

I’ll write a little more sports here. I’ll do some college football and NFL stuff here, stuff that doesn’t really belong on LAist. (hint: I’ll do my college football rankings here starting Saturday night.)