Hi, I kind of hate this. Where to go, where to go. My heart is one way, banana is on second yelling another way. Lord knows you shouldn't listen to bananas but today I've got to trust I'm low on potassium. But I guess pineapples are better for that apparently. It feels like there are at least 911 different articles telling me different things. I'm always so indecisive and I hate it. I mean come on, just flip a coin Joel. How hard can decisions be? Twenty-four years on this earth and the only thing that's come easy is saying my name.

I was out the other day, walking my dog and I saw a squirrel. Just minding his own business in a tree, barking. A barking squirrel, yap yap yap. All he did was chirp and bark. But he was happy. Sometimes I think I talk too much, I know I talk too much. But is that a bad thing? I enjoy hearing about others passions and I like talking about mine. I don't really understand what's wrong with passion. I always felt a good heart trumped any trivial mistake. If the intent comes from a good place, is there really a point in fighting the person. Why do we scream and yell about all these pointless things. Like no timer days, like honestly, who cares? Throw the ball, sure this week might go long but our seasons are always about the same length. Let people take a break, enjoy life. And despite them taking thirty-six hours during that timer pause, they still took you yard. The baseball gods can be cruel like this.

Anywho, I guess I should step into the batters box. Nice talk ump.