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Yay for being stupid and drinking too much cheap vodka. I was too sick at work today to fully grasp what the fuck happened at Fenway today, and thus have been spared the initial shock, at least.

Not that the rest of it's that much fun.

I dunno.

This is all too stupid to talk about. So I will instead point out that the Astros won today, and in doing so have guaranteed that the worst case scenario (them losing and Phillies winning tomorrow) will result in a wild card tie and a one-game playoff. I am still amazed that this is the same team I pretty much made fun of for two and a half months. I love you, Astros. Thank you for not sucking.

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I had an adorable customer today.

This guy came in just as I was getting together my paperwork at the end of my shift. He was reeling drunk and had an Irish accent, so when he was asking Chris for help at her register, she couldn't understand a word he was saying as he asked for "Irish stuff." I, having heard plenty of Irish accents in movies and TV and such, understood perfectly and smilingly took him off her hands, because, drunk Irish guy! Awwww.

It took a little discussion after that (plus a couple sentences from him that really were incoherent, regardless of how familiar I am with irish accents) to work out that what he was looking for was just stuff he could get at home, like Mars Bars and such. So I helped him find candy he was happy with. And also, for some reason, a bag of sour cream and onion chips. Maybe because the bag was violently green? I don't know, but he liked it and was very polite.

So, not much of a story, really, but it was fun to help out the drunk and perhaps rather homesick Irish guy. Also, usually I'm the one turning to my coworkers for help with stuff like that, so it was nice to be the one who understood what the customer meant for once.

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And the Red Sox have the wild card. So I can put off figuring what to do with myself after baseball for a little while longer.

JOY.

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OMG ASTROS GET THE WILD CARD OMGOMGOMG.

*runs around in circles*

My teams both got wild cards. Oh my god. How did that happen? How am I so lucky? How the fuck am I going to survive the playoffs? And why oh why has my schedule worked out so I am stuck working nights for the foreseeable future?

Well, I'll start by scrounging through the sofa to see if I can get up enough money to airmail some good booze to maggiesox and wing2j. I am really am sorry it came down to our teams. That does dull my excitement a little. *hugs for you guys*

And Mirabelli just got a three-run homer. I might just explode with joy right now and not have to worry about the playoffs at all. And is it seriously still the sixth inning? My god.

WILDCARDWILDCARDMYTEAMSLOVEME.

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Johnny Damon somehow ended up wearing a celebratory ASTROS hat.

Wow.

Shipping screwup? Or big fat sign?