Thinking about baseball is good. Thinking about anything else is quite bad.

Worrying about Chase is bad too. But I just can't help that.

I have a lonely life. I wish I could find someone, but I guess I can't.

I guess it's not a big deal.

And I think I'll go to bed now.

I have an extremely boring life. Nothing ever really happens to me. Oh well. At least it's boring and not terrible, right?

Things are really good right now. I'm quite satisfied.

Turkey day coming up. Gobble, gobble. I can't wait. I love Thanksgiving.

Being 25 feels absolutely no different from being 24.

Except that now I'm in love.

Which pretty much makes this past birthday the best I've ever had.

I hate the off-season. I hate not making playoffs. I hate getting injured.

I hate peas.

I hate cats, too.

[this is a private post into the thoughts of the character. it is meant to be seen and read, but not to be commented on. enjoy.]

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I don't know what to do for this thing yet, but I hope to figure it out. Savannah, thanks for showing me, now I can keep up with you more. Tell mom and dad that I miss them and love them.

I need to go to bed. I'm tired and I never stay up this late. I hate breaking schedule. Good night.