Got no time for time that's wasted

Today was really not much of a day. I stayed at work from noon until 10pm. I watched the Mariners-A's game on TV while editing files. GO GIL MECHE, MAKE THEM HURT! Boston has now clinched the wild card, and Oakland and Anaheim are tied and get to duke it out. HOW MUCH DOES THIS RULE. Seriously. I may have to try to catch the last game of the season in Oakland on Sunday...

Stopped off at Sunset, played DDR for half an hour, came home, ate, played PP.

Not much to say, really.

Still haven't finalized travel plans for the little brother's wedding thing. Will do for sure tomorrow. I may end up flying to DC, then driving back to Philly with my dad and grandfather, and flying back to Seattle on that Monday or Tuesday. Gives me a chance to get a cheesesteak and stuff.

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Quickie

First off, if you're really curious about that dingbat from the other day (which I am sure you are not)

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Second off, something that none of you know about me, since I was thinking about it, is that I wince every time I see roadkill. Roadkill really disturbs me in a lot of ways. Probably just because it's kinda uncool to see blood and guts and fur splattered all over the road. Though, at least most times it's already dead and I don't need to see it in action. Last night driving up 50th street there was a possum or marmot or some furry creature crossing the road. I stopped for it but the car in front of me did not - the fuzzy creature got caught under the car as the car drove over it, rolled onto its back, twitched a little, got up and scurried off the street, noticeably limping. I'm sure it died within the night.

Every time I'm driving alone and I see roadkill, I usually say something like "I'm sorry". I know it doesn't help anything, but I feel like I need to apologize for mankind for some reason.