This has nothing to do with sex.

[zachariah]

Sometimes I feel like I hit a nice single and got to first base...and then EVERY BLEEDING PLAYER behind me struck out. Hey, I got somewhere, but not near far enough to count. *sighs* Nah, I'm not overly depressed about it, I just wish the game could slow down a bit, so I can enjoy the frickin' moment of being out on a base, ready to score for my team.

There is a beetle on the floor of my room which has been crawling along the same wall, back and forth, for well over eight hours. I've been watching him. I think I'll name him Erick.