My demons and I are closer than ever. Next year we're gonna visit every major league baseball park.

One of these days I'm going to post a head-on picture of the hedge as it divides my yard and my neighbor's, as she takes proper care of her side and always trims it when seasonally appropriate. Whereas I get out my hedge trimmer and take my anger issues out on it whenever life pisses me off to the point where I can't hold it in anymore. (Not as often as you'd think, as I'm inherently more prone to holing up and moping than angry outbursts.) It's hilarious and kind of alarming to see; it's like a botanical representation of Two Face.

Today was a hedge day. There were no survivors.

(But hey, I can once again walk up my path without getting attacked by stray juniper branches or ivy streamers. TREMBLE BEFORE ME, NATURE.)