Mm... Eyeballs...

I'm like slowly dying or something. Folks coming in this weekend. I have a shiteload of work to do. People to call. Places to go. Meals to make.

And then there's HOCKEY.

Hockey is one of my main reasons for living here at the University. And yet... my folks are coming in. So they'll want to go.

There's no way I can cheer like I should if they're here.

Something about telling the goalie that he likes little boys won't sit right with my mom.

Although my dad would be chanting right along with me.

And while the forks have been removed from my eyes, the eyejelly still proceeds to leak out.

And Justin just shut up... why?!

TOO MUCH GOD DAMN WORK. As always.

You realize, suddenly, that you've not seen your friends in a while when you communicate with them more via a blog than in person.
Kinda sick.

M$oft is in town, and I'm considering working there this summer. Why? Because they seem to be paying a lot. And it would be good experience. I think.
Besides, I get a free Stormtrooper outfit when I work there. And a NUMBER! (TK-43103)


I feel: 8-) Just dandy... >8-0