Sobriquet 44.15

Since I stayed up until close to two in the morning watching a Major League Baseball All-Star Game that lasted long enough to give the Iowa Baseball Confederacy a run for its money, I won't write much tonight. It was really, really nice to have some friends over (thanks Minxy, Jesse, and Danielle!) and, since the American League won the utterly meaningless game, I go to bed with a contentment that will surely last until the hideous bleating of my alarm clock rips me out of bed.

For tomorrow: Try to read another essay. Failing that, read some of Youth.