The Mets are in the 10th innning, trying to salvage at least one game from the series with the red hot Dodgers. I got home at 22:30. Two more days and then the weekend!
I forget what day it is. Thursday? Yes. And what year it is? All of the 21st century seem unreal anyway.
Almost all of my friends' children were born in the 2,000s. Do they really exist?
Is there anybody..., out there?
-Pink Floyd
And then you repatriate and become a stranger in your own land. Bizarre. But been there before. Not so bad, once you get used to it.
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