Sunday, November 25, 2007
Sports Addiction
I have lately been engulfed with Carolina football. I thas made me resist reality and reorder sanity. I wonder if there's some cure for that. Am I the only one as obsessed with something such as this? Can this be looked at as quixotic or deranged? What makes us do this anyway? Tribal longing? Catharsis? Plain stupidity?
Inner World
This is my dog, Max. He occupies most of my time when I'm at home. Even though he is kind of a mutt, he looks exactly like a purebred Golden Retriever. He is about to turn eleven years old. As he ages he is getting very snooty and testy. He hates being left alone and demands treats. Do you have any pets? What are they like? I feel that pets actually own us. We feed and take care of them and they really don't perform any labor for us. Do you agree that we are the real pets?
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