Disappointments

Twice now the interview has been postponed.

Between baseball, jobs, hurting my heel on the coffee table and all these stupid motherhumpers that live in my town, it's probably a good thing I don't have one of those big guns from Robocop. Because there wouldn't be anything in Murfreesboro without a big giant hole blown through it.

On the upside, I actually have two interviews next week.

So it's not all bad.

But I banged my heel on the coffee table last night when the Red Sox lost the lead, and I've got a pretty good bruise there now. Hurts when I walk.