Sprinkles

I'm sitting here shirtless because I'm too lazy to find a t-shirt. My brother is stuck at a TSA because there was something wrong with a "wheel well." Not sure what that is but it was leaking.

It looks like someone is going to buy the house in N. Olmsted. That's a good thing since it's very easy to believe that the economy in Cleveland is dead on arrival. I live in an area of Cleveland called the Detroit Shoreway and I've seen the same houses for sale since last year. Early last year. (Wait, did I say live in an area of Cleveland? Only eleven more days.)

I think I'll have to leave some stuff here. My brother thinks that this place will be his flophouse when he's in town. That's probably a good idea since I have no plans to come back to C-town unless I have to. Here's scenario I think of: The Indians are in the World Series and Sin Soo Chu gives me free tickets. Since the Indians are the worst team in the worst division, I don't think it'll happen until after Wedgie gets fired and any player of value is traded for a bag of donuts. I don't know much about the Texas Rangers only that they do not suck.