By the way, there were no spiders in my pillow. The mystery of the right arm bug bites stays a mystery.
And I don't know why, but I've got a Herman's Hermits' song in my head. Not the kind of thing you really relish going around singing all day.
Sam got a new computer, in case you care. It's a GIANT iMac. I'm never going to see Sam's face again. Our relationship will probably begin to deteriorate due to a lack of communication.
The fantasy football league seems to be complete. I've been mock-drafting my little brain to death at work, because really, what else do I have better to do? Five hours of crosswords? The mock drafts are VERY, VERY helpful, so ladies, if you're in the league, take Rocky's advice and do a few. A few dozen. Also, and I can't be sure of this, but I'm almost 100% sure that in every mock draft I've been in, I've been the only woman. I really thought there were other ladies out there doing fantasy football. Maybe they just don't mock draft?
I've got nothing else. This'll have to do.
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