That’s right, count ‘em. I now have six toes. The doctor had to take the four little toes on my right foot, meaning I will have to return to work. Why couldn’t he just take all of it? I mean, no beautiful women who don’t desire marriage is gonna come my way because of that hideous thing. Hopefully this will heal up quickly so I can get out of here and so Jamie can stop going to McDonald’s every day because the hospital food is so terrible.

Remember how I told you all I didn’t feel right? Well, after that game I puked my guts up. I am currently in the hospital, and things ain’t lookin pretty. Especially my foot, guess it’s got mild gangrene and an infection, so they will probably amputate that… I don’t need it anyway, plus I will get a large insurance check if I lose it. I told the doctor I was a professional bowler, so he’ll probably try to preserve it. I wish they’d take it, I’d go on permanant disability and spend my insurance money playing Texas Hold Em.

Well, Spring Training baseball action is here again. I asked my nephew Jamie is he wanted to go, and he said sure. I guess I’ll take Jamie and Jessica to see the Devil Rays. I don’t care how bad they are, that’s my team. I can’t stand all these fair weather fans who criticize me for liking a bad team. Yeah, go ahead and keep cheering for the Red Sox and Yankees, you’ll just have to go out and get the Devil Rays hat when they get good in 2010. Anyway, should be a good time. Haven’t felt good lately.

I hate the concept on income controlled apartments. Look, I am not a rich man by any means, but I do make more than the limits on these income controlled apartments. Most of them are good apartments, too. I can’t afford to live in some gated community, so I am stuck in this one room shack for more than the income control apartments. There are no windows and I sleep on the couch. Who’s going to want to bring a beautiful young woman to a dump like this? If I could only afford a camera…