I no longer make any sense. Okay, I may have never made any sense, but it's definitely getting worse.
I take the T home late the other night, and because I'm tired and a little tipsy, I take the back way. Because it's shorter, I swear. This causes Jen to lose her mind. "You refuse to run in broad daylight with headphones on because it's dangerous, but you walk alone down the rape-way?!" Um, yeah. (And really, Mom, JP is extremely safe.)
Last night, I'm suffering through the Sox's 9-3 loss to the O's, and I say, "I wish a WNBA game was on right now. I'd much rather suffer through that." It's a sickness, people.
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