I have a serious problem. I can't focus. My heart is fluttering at an inconsistent rate. There is a strange rumbling in my stomach. I feel like I'm hopped up on caffeine, Red Bull, speed and some sort of horse tranquilizer, yet I have none of these things in my system. I am an uncontrollable ball of nervous energy with no appropriate outlet. What has gotten in to me?
Playoff baseball. Cubs playoff baseball.
And the game doesn't even start for 5 hours.
Nancy will tell you that I turn into a different person during the post-season if the Cubs are playing. I get sick to my stomach. I go LeBron on my fingernails. It's disturbing, really, and Sophie shouldn't have to see her father like this.
I sure hope the game starts soon...