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World Series is over. That's all I have to say about that. Also a Mississippi State boy struck out an Ole Miss boy for the final out. That might have been on the only highlight of the game.

Tonight I have the graveyard shift again. Another spacewalk will take place super early tomorrow morning. What this means for me, work begins at 1:00 am. Note to self, don't eat those breakfast tacos from the cafeteria again. They make my stomach feel funny. Tonight I'll probably wear a hat and a red shirt, might not get a shower.

Everyone should read Father Rob's new blog. Click I like to eat pickles on my hamburger and I never said that Father Rob was hot. He wants everyone to tell him how semi-cool he thinks he but in reality he really is. Also, he collects stamps of the world. If anyone has an Elvis stamp from 1995 please send a photo verification to him and he will take further actions from there. More than likely he'll tell you it's fake because he's picky like that and doesn't like mayo.

This weekend was probably one of the best weekends that a handsome boy, Matt, could ask for. Mississippi State smeared the then 14th ranked Kentucky Wildcats. For approximately 135 minutes straight, I screamed, clapped, jumped, cried, threw stuff, and called someone that cared. Thank you Mississippi State. Thank you Coach Croom. Thank you Comcast. Thank you world.

Today is my cousin's birthday. He asked that everyone send him stickers of their favorite Ninja Turtle. But don't send the purple turtle, he is deathly afraid of the color purple.

"I remember walking in the clubhouse...And maybe that's the key..." - Jacoby Ellsbury, Boston
Red Sox

Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low playing, fine, then
Uh-oh overflow, population common food, but it'll do
Save yourself, serve yourself, world serves it's own needs
Listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right
Vitreolic, patriotic stand, fight, bright, light
Feeling pretty psyched
-"End of the World As We Know It" by R.E.M.

I don't know why I put that song on here. At the time it seemed right. Right now it doesn't seem right.

Which will yield the most BTUs of energy--a gallon of oil, a pound of coal or a gallon of gasoline?

Last entry's answer was about 4.5 billion years old.