Four run comeback; YAWN

I find myself getting excited about Georgia's CWS run. Usually my enthusiasm is easily killed by long waits between games and weird broadcast times. Most are early evening/dinner time affairs.
Harder still to get excited on a shitty Monday, filled with shitty associates, cheerfully not giving a shit about anything in Dawg-dom.
If anyone can think of a better way to stoke awesome feelings of isolation, I'll like totally blog about it, alone, in my darkened apartment.
Anyway I keep flipping to Futurama reruns (another show I like that no one I know watches) after the latest thumbless, 3 run bomb from that Jim Leyritz-looking troll on FSU. Today was especially depressing as the "other bulldogs" seemed to get hot in direct proportion to the tongue bathing from ESPN. Gritty, dirtbaggy, Eksteiney, (ht FJM) they had it all.
Then the damn dawgs (the good ones) do the 4 run comeback in the 8th. I hope somebody blogs it better than me (http://www.blogger.com/www.dawgsports.blogspot.com ).
Not a bad day after all,
Yay sports!

*Update;
I take that last part back.
Also;
RIP UGA VI
-CB

I just quit smokng. (and Vicodin!)

In truth, smokeless for six months and was only prescribed (yes) pills for three weeks after surgery. Beyond the obvious withdrawal like symptoms (I know that it's not physical after the first week, still feels withdrawaly weeks later), I still find myself longing for the calming effect of both.
It's not a craving, more like fond memories of a psychotic ex or the "itching"of an amputated limb.
When do I get sort of perspective or clarity that could offset these feelings of loss?

I am turning into someone I don't recognize and not in an entirely good way (as some of the few still close to me in exile might attest).
Does crazy have any good ending? How about just easier.

P.S.
"dick joke"
-CB