Week 3: Not a win, but we'll take it

Our long national nightmare is over -- the Manhattan PrettyBirds cannot go 0-16 this year. 0-15-1 is not out of the question, though. Sean Taylor only got three fantasy points last night, but the 'Birds picked up two more from, uhm, somewhere to bring them into a 136-136 tie with the still-unbeaten 2-0-1 Dairyland Cheeseheads. The 'Birds are still Nuffle cellar-dwellers, but next week they take on the sixth-ranked Honolulu Harem, and I like those odds.

Hey, the 'Birds have a better record than the Chiefs right now. It hurts, I know.

Oh, super

Guess who has to leave the house at 6:15 tomorrow morning? Dammit, I'm unemployed! I'm above this! ...Or below it. Or something.

The dentist appointment I made for the convenience of work now is something of a wretched inconvenience. About the only good news is I'm deadly sick with nasty things in my throat and along my gums and I'll have someone rooting around in my mouth that I can ask "Hey, what does that look like to you?" And more than likely I'll come home and make an appointment with the GP, 'cause the headaches/throatpain/chills are almost unbearable before I get to my double-barrel Advil/Tylenol release. (Doc said it's as good at relieving pain as narcotics without the side effects. Dude, you're missing the point.)

Okay, less griping, more linkage next time. Or something. Gah. I'm sick, I don't know what I'm saying.