Today I decided that my mid-semester slump is supplemented by tennis fan depression. This is the worst time of year to be a tennis fan. No grand slams. Everyone is injured. And Andre Agassi used meth?
Oscar has been taking a break from literary studies. He's currently helping Billy with a paper about the costs of incorporating security into a corporate network versus the costs of recovering from information breach due to a lack of adequate network security. Once Billy finishes this paper, all he will have left to do before his graduate education is complete is take a final exam.
Seeing Oscar at work on his PC reminds me that we have twice as many computers in this house as we have humans. Welcome to the 21st century.
Tonight we are off to our final softball game in what has become a never ending season. We have lost 3 games in a row, so hopefully we can end on a high note. Happy weekend, everybody!
(Open is Andre Agassi's forthcoming autobiography, in which he evidently admits to hating tennis, wearing fake hair, and taking crystal meth. Maybe not what a tennis fan wants to read in the off season, but I probably will anyway.)
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