i've had some really awful dreams the last two days. very angry dreams where i feel like i can't vent enough of my anger. really bizarre. that's what midnights do to my brain. i worked 16 hours yesterday. it went by relatively quick.

i had a blast playing hockey on saturday. i had a goal (a sweet slap shot from the point) and 3 assists. i really like playing with josh and my friend mike naughton. we can read each other really well. i did, however, let in the game winning goal on a defensive break down. i think i was just out of gas and eric hartman saved a little bit for the very end. i still say his stick was too high.

still waiting for the year to drown.

"measure me in metered lines and one decisive stare. the time it takes to get from here to there. my ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes i got for free. i'm unconsoled, i'm lonely, i'm so much better than i used to be."

"aside" -the weakerthans-