Tuesday, September 20, 2005
In my bio lecture today I sat with my friend Helena, and we got to talking before the professor started, because she used to be in the art school but transferred out a couple of years ago, so I rarely get to see her these days, and we're still catching up.
After complaining about how tired we both were, she asks, "But how are you doing? I mean emotionally." Which may sound weird but is totally a Helena-type of question to ask.
"Oh, fine, actually," I said, this being true, "but I'd be doing better if they were." At 'they' I tapped the sawdust-smeared B on my hat with my pen.
Helena was confused. "The Red Sox," I explained. "They're in first but they're not doing very well."
I must have looked especially woebegone when saying this because Helena looked extremely concerned for a minute before clucking her tongue at me and shaking her head and saying, amused disbelief plain in her voice, "Your emotional health depends on that?"
"Well, yeah," I muttered, flipping through my notes to see a doodle from last week of Edgar Renteria dropping a baseball and falling on his ass, wedged between paragraphs of cramped writing about phylogenetic trees. "In September and October it sure does."