Rough Day #2

I won't bitch too much, but 'twas another UGH day today. Tomorrow will undoubtedly make it three in a row. I will leave it at that.

Thank you a million times for all the sweetie comments. All of you -- real-life and Internet friends -- touch my heart.

After another poopy day, I managed to make it to the Dodger game with Mr. Monkey, albeit over an hour late. It was fleece blanket night, so obviously we had to go because we are freebie-grubbing mofos. The Dodgers had already scored six runs by the time we got there, but we got our blankets, damn it.

We sat in the Reserve section, but at least we were front row and center. Far less ghetto today. No brawls!

Brad Penny pitching, frame by frame.

The guy who sat next to us had a Nikon D300. That was some serious equipment. He smiled at me and my puny D40. Kinda like an NBA all-star standing next to a toddler at the urinals.

The concession lines were rather serpentine, so we just shared a mini pizza and some peanuts. Light eats for the Monkeys tonight. For some reason, only half of our pizza had pepperoni. That made it "light."

I thought about not blogging tonight. I should really get some sleep because I'm waking up early again.

But I just couldn't skip tonight.

A friend wrote recently that her blog is her therapy. And, even though I never write anything earth-shattering or share deep dark salacious secrets, my blog is my therapy of sorts, too. It keeps my mind off things that cause me acne, wrinkles, and/or gray hair. It gives me an excuse to bring my camera everywhere. It makes me happy.