i'm watching the last minute of the bruins game, they're up 3-2 (they just gave up a goal). joe is walking through the door, and simon is here.
they just gave up a goal with 1.1 seconds left. sigh.
i tried playing basketball with nat, taylor and alex. i think i like running, because it has all of the pain of physical exertion, but with less chance of injury (i jammed my thumb and am a bit sore on my leg where i took an elbow or somet), also basketball is much more frustrating (evidently i've gotten even worse than i was in high school).
oh well they tied.
so, apparently phil hartman was a writer (and captain karl) on pee-wee's playhouse (although i can't find any pictures).
this backs my new theory that there are only two or three thousand people on the planet.
simon looks like he misses phil. i'm not too worried though. he was like this last time, until we started feeding him bacon.
life imitating art imitating life