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Work in progress. My swing. Thanks to Michael and Eric we're off to a start. Slow start but a beginning nonetheless. One month to go. The hard part if letting go of my old baseball style lowball hitting and raising my swing up around my shoulders which if it works will make it more powerful. Right now it sucks. I can't get the cocked back part in sync with my forward step and my follow thru is pretty fucking bad. We won't even talk about how bad I am at keeping my eye on the fucking ball or where my head is. Challenge is a good thing. But if it all comes together I'mma be the happiest motherfucker walking. Right now it's so fucking uncomfortable I feel like Robocop swining a bat.

Korean BBQ = nasty burps. But it was good. I can still taste the shit.

Good news and not so good news. Thats the way it was served up and described to me by my favorite ex waitress. The good news? Her BF broke up with her. Bad news? She came back from japan this week and found out she had to be out of her apt since her rooommate is moving out. The kicker? By tomorrow. She found a apt today which is a good start. Not within 2 blocks of me which were the top 3 choices. Only a tool like me would be relieved by that. I'm still leery about why the breakup was good news for me. Time to do what I do so well. Play stupid. Did I mention I'm a tool?