Stanley

Stanley Cup playoffs are finally here and tonight, my beloved Dallas Stars go to Vancouver to play the evil, diseased Canucks. Actually I've always kind of likes the 'Nucks. Anywho, whilst I'm supposed to be studying for my History of the English Language class, I'm going to be screaming and hollaring at the T.V.

As for life, it's cruising along like it should be. Full of stress, but this is nothing new, I'm still having horrifying dreams every night, but I they happen so much I think I'm starting to like them. It's like a thriller movie or something. God would be a good psychologist, if I could just get to him and ask him what in the world is going on.