The Bloody Doors Off

It was the best of times, it became the worst of times.

Spent the day at the Blue Jay game with L, and even though they lost it was a fun outing. Big thanks to my brother for the tickets; shame he couldn’t have gone, I would’ve enjoyed the game with him too. Fifth row is nothing to sneeze at. Almost got beaned by a foul ball.

And now I’ve learned a friend’s father died. So now I feel like shit for having a good day. I know. Two separate things, nothing to do with each other. Coincidence.

But that’s what life is, it seems. Coincidences. I’m not gonna go further tonight. Too tired. And I need to pay my respects.