I took a walk to my mailbox and found a letter from my father, the Oregonion. It's been ages since he actually wrote me a letter. He also sent me $150.00 that I know he didn't have to send. So I have nicotine. Yay! Rather than call, I'm writing him a letter back, and I'm sending pictures. Maybe I'll post the letter and pictures, maybe I won't. I think letter writing is a lost art and I think it's kind of sad. I love hand-written letters. They're one of my favorite things.

I also stopped at Arnie's to cash my money order. From there I was going to go to drop off resumes and applications and whatnot, but he offered me my job back. I'm making one dollar less an hour for the time being, but that will probably change after a month so no biggie. I'm just happy to be employed again. And with no car payment I should actually be able to save some money rather than continually be strapped for cash.

And so, the chin remains in an upright position and should from here on out. Because there is no crying in baseball, unless of course you make millions a year and don't think that's enough, but that's a whole different kind of crying.

I'm celebrating soon. Beer, beer and more beer!

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