there are 3 of us in the office today, one is security i had planned on bringing a bottle of scotch with me but that plan fell through
I'm trying very hard to give a crap about my job today. Really, I'm making quite the effort. I've got printouts and catalogs spread out all over my desk; there's a half-completed Word document up on my monitor; I've dug out some old files related to the "project" I'm ostensibly working on; in short, I'm doing everything except making real progress.
yep...they gotta make it a halfcourt style game, shoot a little better than 33% from 3, stay close in the rebounding battle, keep monroe and summers out of foul trouble and limit the transition hoops
Our bench needs to step up. Btw, Carlos gave me an authentic Hoyas road jersey for Christmas. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
My Dad was the principal of my elementary school--I didn't need to give anybody any more ammunition than they already had.
Well then you didn't have it so tough. I had Sister Killer Kowalski shadowing my every move for 8 years. She'd take on Mike Tyson in a dark alley if he pissed her off enough. I'd put a ten spot on the penguin.
oh, well, I'm working on constructing my MLS draft rankings evaluating 400 players using this huge multi-tab spreadsheet. Then, I'll be reviewing tape of some of the combine participants. better?
Somewhere on BigSoccer, some Catholic-school alumni's dysfunctional sexual fantasy life just got even weirder.