the dreaming tree

i’ve been cleaning my apartment. and i’m talking to whole works (at least for a guy): scrubbing, mopping, dusting, scrubbing more, vacuuming…i’ve also done four loads of laundry tonight, including sheets, towels and bath mats. yes, it’s a lot of work, but i’m finding it oddly satisfying and not that annoying. i don’t know what that means, or why i’m writing it on the internet, but i just thought, you know, do that.

in other news, the texas rangers (my team) got no-hit tonight by mark buehrle of the chicago white sox. i love baseball, even when my team is on the wrong side of a no-hitter. i surely miss playing it. my former school, ouachita baptist, is currently ranked #2 in division ii baseball, with a record of 44-4, a feat which is intensely incredible. while i was there we averaged about 12-15 wins a season. in just two years, a new coach has completely and utterly turned the program around. amazing. and i really wish i were there to enjoy it. of course, the arkansas razorbacks aren’t too shabby, either, but i never played baseball for them like i did for ouachita. by the way, the hogs are ranked in the top 10 in all the major polls, so that’s awesome. i could go on and on, because baseball makes me swoon.