Fortunately, the title of this post isn’t so foreboding as much as it is literal.  I just spend the evening at the ballpark where despite the no-rain-when-it-was-supposed-to-rain Monday and Tuesday, it decided to pour like a motherfucker on it’s-not-going-to-rain Wednesday.  Oh, and the Braves lost to the Yankees again, and for those keeping count, which is unlikely on my brog, but the Braves haven’t taken a series against the Yankees in eleven years.  Granted, the Braves don’t play the Yankees every single year, but it’s still sad sounding to hear that it’s been that long since the Braves could say they bested the Yankees.

Anyway, I can honestly say that today was better than the day prior.  Despite having to hobble into work on a donut, I did the responsible thing and cleaned up my assignments before ditching work to address my issue.  The best news of the day came when I took my car into a tire shop, and they confidently, and without any hesitation looked at the puncture in my tire and said “yes” that it could be patched.  Ten minutes is all it took, and it only cost me eighteen bucks.  Bonus.

Work was productive, which is always a good feeling, and my boss was completely okay with me leaving early to go to the game.  Where I would proceed to game the system again, and come into possession of two bobbleheads, leaving me with an extra I can explore possibly selling on eBay for easy money, or trading it in the future.

With the exception of the shitty weather and the shitty outcome of the baseball game, it really wasn’t a bad day.  I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what’s been eating me, and I feel that I have a slightly clearer idea.  Unfortunately, most of it kind of has to do with those inevitable and helplessly omniscient “that’s just the way the world is, and there’s not really anything you can do about it” conclusions, so I guess I just have to wait out the storm, and have a glass of cranberry juice or something.