(My new night light)
A guy you work with out in Milwaukee, who doesn't even read the blog, steals a neon Yankee light from his buddy's bar to give to you because he remembers that you like the Yankees. It's old, it's dusty as hell, and there are probably spider eggs hatching out of it and hundreds of baby spiders crawling all over my apartment right now, but that's still fucking sweet.
I guess blowing off all my friends and social life during the playoffs to scream at the TV and jot down game notes is finally starting to pay off. And I thought there were no perks to being a blogger.
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