I’m not very happy about the baseball playoffs this year. The teams involved are fairly predictable, with the long shots (Twins) assumed to have no shot of advancing. The two teams I despise the most (Los Angeles and Los Angeles) seem certain to continue to the next round. I can’t say I really care for the Red Sox at all, I’m ambivalent about the Cardinals. I wouldn’t mind seeing the Phillies win again, but really, eh.

I think I’ll just be contrarian and root for the Yankees. Fuck it. Hey, I always did like Nick Swisher, I even have one of his t-shirts from when he was in Oakland. But even if I did root for the Yankees, it would be half-heartedly. But it wouldn’t be so bad if they won it all; they were the best team all year.

But I’ll focus primarily on L.A. and L.A. losing. Humiliatingly. That better happen. Because eff the Dodgers. Worst case scenario is the both of them make it to the WS. Yuck.

Okay anyway.

Last night I slept HORRIBLY. I could not get comfortable in any position. It felt like my bump weighed 500 pounds. Sleeping on either side resulted in sore hips. Sleeping upright placed all the weight on my tailbone. Ugh it was agony. My bladder felt more compressed than usual. Brian kept snoring. I just lay there waiting for dawn. I think my body is pushing me into the “get this baby out of me” mindset. Which is a good thing.