on fighting a losing fight...

Normally, i would have packed up and forgotten about this. Call it a weak heart, or lack of testicular fortitude or whatever. admittedly, I usually take the path of least resistance.

A few months ago, i gave myself a deadline. I don't even remember when the deadline i set was, i just know it's long past and I'm still nowhere...

yeah, i think that's the right term for it. nowhere.

I'm pretty sure things don't look good. yet here i am, hoping against hope. after all, the sox came back from being 3 games down twice in recent history, even if they are the sox.

what else can i do except be someone to fall back on...