I Hate Finals.
I’m so sick of studying I want to cry. I don’t care about the post-Revolution era in Latin America, I’m not remotely interested in Germany after World War II, I certainly don’t care about Thomas Hobbes and understanding Galileo and don’t get me started on the French subjunctive.
Boo.
On the plus side, yesterday, the Phillies remembered the best way to win is a combination of the pitcher NOT giving up home runs AND scoring more runs than the other team. Always fabulous. I always say — if you’re breaking out of slump, why not kick a little New York ass at the same time? Yankees or Mets, I’m not particular. I hates them both.
