What to do

Woe is me. I have a softball game tonight at 7:30 and it is only 5:00. This wouldn't seem like such a problem except for the fact if I were to actually go home then I would be caught in traffic for all of the 2.5 hours and bascially waste a tank of gas. I could stay at work and get a little bit more done but for some reason it has been just an overall beating today and I don't know if I can stay here much longer even if I'm just typing this blog.

I could go to the car and read my book (again) or I could go to the gym for a while. Now you might think this is a good way for me to 'warm up' for the game (which I haven't played since this time last year), but in fact, the gym has a huge locker room with a plasma TV and nice soft couch which would be calling my name instead of the treadmill which I so desperately need. A nice little workout would probably ease my built up tension but I know it's not going to happen.

I did read my favorite blog (that someone else posts and is quite entertaining) and checked to see if the other blog I read has been udpated, but alas, it was not. I assume there are only 3 blogs on the entire internet (including mine) so I guess I have exhausted that trail of entertainment. I sure wish Mr. Gore had invented more of those. Now he is out saving the world so I guess enhancing the internet is now secondary in his career.

I can't decide if I want it to rain or not. I keep checking the weather.com radar and it is splotchy at best. I like playing softball even if it is just one tournament a year. The problem is I can't run. I was called "Goose" in highschool and I had no idea why until I saw a video of my self running up and down a basketball court. That is, if you could call it running. I was truly embarrassed. And now I am about to go through the embarrasment again but I have resigned myself to the fact of how slow and laborious my running style is (and everyone on my team has resigned themselves as well). Unfortunately, we observed our daughter running the bases the other day....Bless her heart. Who knew it was hereditary?