Yet another pretty bad day at work, made me tard. Additionally, a bad night's sleep, too, made me tard. I woke up at 04:00, unable to breathe through my nose. And I just can't sleep any more without the CPAP, it's a wonderful dependency, until it doesn't work, then it's simply horrible. So anyhoo. Tonight I was gonna watch the all-star game, but I went to the bathroom and when I came out Karen had changed the channel and I didn't have enough interest in it to say anything, just retired to the computer room. Well, writing that got my curiosity up, so I went out and watched the AL go on top in the 8th inning. The All-Star game, when it's played competitively, should be the display of the finest athletes in the finest game that America has to offer. Unlike football, it's major competitor, baseball is a game of finesse and teamwork and athletic individuality all at once. The finesse is provided by the manager, the teamwork by the players and the manager, and the athletic individuality by the players. I'm almost sorry that I gave up on baseball, with the last strike. I wisht... I wisht that I could go back to those halcyon days when I thought that the game mattered, to those rosier days... when the KC Royals were a force to be contended with. Wait... wait, O'WAIT! The are on top of the AL Central by 6 games.... They are 10 games over 500 at the break.... And they have a star or two. No, right now I can't name them, but they are there. But I can't, I really can't. Not since the strike. I did get something accomplished tonight, though... I finally set up the wireless part of the network correctly. But the bad news, computer-wise, was that the monitor that I was going to give Patrick bit the dust. So I need to figger out how to get one tomorrow. Now I'm pissed. Andy just left, and while he was here he left the door open, and Callie got out. So I'm going to bed.