Saturday

On Saturday I watched the Red Sox play the Yankees on TV .

I sat around in my room and ate a Fenway Frank and potato chips and an apple, which were all delicious.

The wind from my window blew through my hair.

It was nice. It was especially nice when it got over and I just had to find the remote instead of fight through a herd of cattle people to get to the T.

(By the way, it was a terrible game for the "home team"... they were up by like 6 and lost the lead in the last 2 innings and then lost by like 4 or something.)

(Also, I was avoiding writing a talk.)