Don’t you ever like it when you want to go out and get something to eat, and you get yourself all dressed up, and lo and behold, there is food waiting for you? A warm, soothing feeling I suppose.
And the novel is finally making progress. After finally finishing a shitty chapter 10—and naming it appropriately—I think I can finally move on again and finally get to the real good parts of the story…I hope.
Anyway, props go to Chien-Ming Wang and Hong-Chih Kuo for demonstrating the power of Taiwanese pitching in their respective games last night. 
As long as the Yankees keep winning and the Mets keep LOSING…it will be smooth sailing…
