Here's the new guy. He spends most of his time under the bed. It's hard to take pictures under the bed.  

Update

I have:

-Straight hair. Who knew? All those years in humid climates, I thought it was wavy. Guess not. In the desert it is stick straight.
-A new little kitten. I will post pictures later. He's sweet as anything, but shy. And the older cat keeps trying to eat him.
-A job. I know: yay! I should be happy. But, no, I'm not. I don't think this job is for me. It's in a casino, for one thing and I am too disdainful of casinos and the people who frequent them.
-Black lung. See above. The second hand smoke situation is so bad at work, I can hardly breathe by the time I go to bed at night.

So there's the news. If I quit today, I'll tell the story later. Though, technically, is it quitting since I'm still in training?

The Red Sox

I am certain that the Yankees have made a deal with the devil.

Ok, ok, we haven't been playing so great and our pitching is weak. I can accept that we lost. And, yet, I cannot accept that the Yankees won. Again. I hate them. They represent everything that is wrong in the world. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.

And I can't believe I'm admitting this: I wouldn't be that upset if Cleveland gets the Wild Card spot. Well, I would be disappointed, yes. But I would also be relieved. Because I can't take the drama, year after year. Maybe we should just sit out the post season this year. Then everybody will be well-rested for 2006. Most New Englanders I know have yet to recover from last October.