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fucking hell what a week …

my back is still achey breaky, but not of the ‘i can’t breathe’ variety. i’m also down over $200 in massages and drugs. plus, i broke down and bought a new mattress. ah, but the mattress is a bit of an indulgence. memory foam, queen size temperpedic knock off from overstock.com. ten inches of sweet, blissful, NASA designed gooey dream material. i can’t wait for it to get here. i’ve been ‘sleeping’ in a recliner on the sun porch as i can get in a position that kinda doesn’t hurt and get a few hours here and there. looking forward to using the bedroom again. that shit mattress i inherited … thing’s a torture chamber. the site of many an anguished night. it will be burned and not missed.

pitchers and catchers reported yesterday, at least for your san francisco giants. the first day of spring training always brings a smile. a little slice of hope. while the giants are still old and mediocre offensively, i gotta say they have a certain potential that they have lacked in years past. can’t wait to start hearing games again on the radio. baseball might be the only thing that keeps me from leaving this godforsaken country when i finish the phd. france is cool, i’m sure, spain, what have you, but i’d miss 2 balls, 2 strikes, 2 out, bottom of the third, lincecum dealing to ramirez, late june, warm summer breeze, cold domestic beer. it’s my soul.

mardi gras passed with me in traction. missed all parades but the southdowns parade that goes right by my house. luckily, lady of the barge (& ladies) were likewise downtrodden. we had a fat tuesday cookout over at the old home place. shippy brought a twelve pack and a log. we had steak and veggies and sausage and jalapenos. lovely till the end.

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