The Giants win! The Giants win! Er, they won. Last night. It was epic. I was so happy. And also, alone. David was working until the game, and postgame, had already long since ended. I was at home, all alone, waiting for that 5pm start time, ready with my red vines, Diet root beer, and large bag of sunflower seeds (stress snacks). Half the bag of seeds was gone by the end of the 2nd inning. There was no score, and I was STRESSED. After Crawford hit his grand slam in the 4th, I moved on to actual food, and ditched the sunflower seeds. But I still feel dehydrated. That's not the point of this story. The point is that I was HOME for first pitch. Home for pre-game, even, and it started at 4pm! Friday, the game starts at 12. I'm not going to be home, i'm meeting friends for lunch, but if I was willing to give up my friendships and cancel, i COULD be home. THAT'S the point of this story. Unemployment has opened the doors to things I never even imagined possible- like watching every single Giants game, no matter what time it starts- or ends. MLB At-Bat radio commentary cutting in and out at my desk while Chris calls every 14 seconds to ask me if I've seen the score is a thing of the past. Waiting for nighttime highlights to see all things I could only guess had happened during Jon Miller's radio innings is a pain I no longer have to endure. Now, it's just me and my cat and the remote and a life full of joy once again.
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I have this extreme paranoia about becoming just like Marshall in How I Met Your Mother, when he is unemployed and depressed and suddenly stops wearing pants....in the house, getting the paper, then even out to dinner......the other night it was like 7pm and David got home from work just as I was hopping in the shower.....he asked "what is the point of showering this late at night, you already went the whole day in your pjs, why bother showering now?" To wash the Marshall off, that's what! I refuse to stop showering just because I have nowhere to go.....for goodness sakes, what if there's a fire?!
I have, however, apparently forgotten basic hygeine steps despite my desire to shower daily.....three days now I have forgotten, just completely forgotten to put on deoderant. Gross, right? What's grosser? Two out of three of those days I LEFT THE HOUSE that way. yeah. I didn't just forget to put on deoderant after showering, just to put on new pjs and sit my ass back down on the couch. Nope. I WENT OUTSIDE like that. Shopped. Maybe even hugged a family member, i don't remember. But I bet they do. I bet that horrible, disgusting, pungent hug is engrained in their minds forever. Like the time I had to hug a vegan who had stopped shaving her armpits- and was wearing a tank top. I will never forget that hug. And neither will anyone who was victim to my deoderant-less body those days. For everyone who was affected, please accept my sincere and deepest apologies. It was never my intent to make you endure this horrific tragedy and steps have been taken to prevent this at all costs in the future.
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