- First off - thanks to everyone who inquired about my creaky back. I feel like an old man, but at least I feel like an old man who can walk. Progress, people. Progress. And I'm weaning myself off the painkillers - I feel like I've been over-medicating myself over the last several months, and not in the fun, recreational way.
- My parents have been in NYC and Vegas with my sister this week, meaning I've been back at work. But I'm back on vacation next week, their final week here. Unfortunately, that means that at the end of next week, they depart. I'll tell you right now, it will be the lowlight of the year. Partings with my parents, regardless of who is visiting whom, are brutal and heart wrenching for all parties involved. My mother and I are usually the worst, sadly. There's nothing, I repeat nothing, worse in this world than seeing your mom cry. But I'm trying to focus on the next few days, when it'll be sunny and beautiful and they'll be back at my house.
- I suppose I should mention that I had a little mishap this morning. I was eating one of those little plastic cups of applesauce and I somehow screwed up when I was lifting the spoonful of 'sauce from the cup. In my efforts to stop myself from spilling, I lurched forward, banged my elbow (of the arm with the spoon) and somehow managed to fire applesauce onto the floor, my computer monitor, my glasses and my groinal area. It all happened in about 1.5 seconds. It isn't even 9:30 AM yet.
- Last night was one of the greatest and most bizarre nights of Boston sports I've seen in a long time. But I was reminded of my favorite Shaquille O'Neal quote of all time:
"My name is Shaquille O'Neal and Paul Pierce is the motherfucking truth. Quote me on that and don't take nothing out. I knew he could play, but I didn't know he could play like this. Paul Pierce is the truth."
Listening to: Elliott Smith - Wouldn't Mama Be Proud