Worthless and Weak

You're all worthless and weak!

Sunday, March 09, 2003

 
The weather mocks me. The world mocks me. It pretends like its spring out, but its really still cold. And dark. Dark like death. It pretends that there's baseball. But its spring training. And after 4 innings, it turns into minor league baseball. And then ends in a tie. It pretends that women like me. Wait, no, I pretend that women like me. But they don't. Well, in the future, the weather will get warmer. And in the future, actual real baseball will start. And in the future, women will, ummm, ummmm, they'll still exist. However, they won't notice that I do. But the Red Sox will win it all this year. Mark my words.

Anyway, I did take a walk today, and watch some baseball, but its not yet spring. Spring, get here dammit! I'm tired of cold weather and exhibition baseball. Why can't everything get better now?

And, while I'm writing, I'll talk about something. I've talked about this before, but who cares. There's a situation that I've seen, that really doesn't make any sense at all. Like one of those pictures that can't actually exist. Anyway, there's this problem, and it must have a solution. However, one of the solutions doesn't make much sense. The other solution makes a bit more sense, but it seems very improbable. So, we're stuck between the first one, which, due to two reasons really doesn't seem like it could happen, and the second one, which I both think is unlikely, and it pisses me off. Now, there are several ways which I could figure this out. Now, the only real reason I want to know this is sheer curiosity. Actually figuring out this problem will do absolutely nothing for me. Whatever the solution to it is, it simply won't help me one bit. Now, I could easily solve it, but the cost of doing could potentially be much greater than any knowledge gained by doing it. So, I'm just gonna sit back here, and try not to think about it. Which I'm absolutely not doing, because I'm writing about it. Poking at open wounds. Oh yeah. But, my one final thought, its all Trebla's fault. Damn him! Damn him to hell! Grrrrr he makes me mad. Why does he do these things to me? Why?

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