The Cubbies.

I'm sitting here watching the Cubs/Braves game with my Dad. The Cubs are, of course, self destructing as they usually do in situations where they are ahead at the beginning of the ninth (also known as "Trying one's best to lose despite one's best efforts"). The poor Cubs.

Now it's the bottom of the ninth, and the Cubs are behind 6-5. See? Just call me psychic.

In any case. This weekend should be fun. I'm home for a night before heading up to Pittsburgh for two nights. It's like the best of both worlds. I get to come home and have a nice big steak (sorry, that wasn't ladylike, was it...) and hang out with my family and then I get to drive (which is fun, regardless of gas prices) and hang out in Pittsburgh for a few days. I think I like the city a lot better when I'm not all stressed out and worried about classes.

Summer is just the best ever. It's warm, people are generally in good moods, I get to WORK and not go to class, no homework, patriotic holidays, ice cream, watermelon, fireflies (not Firefly...), getting to read, getting to SLEEP, getting to cook for myself, road trips, family vacation, DC, that wonderful church in Maryland where they sing the songs I grew up with, and everything else that is sacred and holy in life. Oh and baseball. Even pathetic baseball.

Well, actually. I don't really like baseball given the whole steroids thing, and it's a fairly boring game. But the spirit of baseball...I like that. (Like in "Field of Dreams." Yeah.)