Your Mom says hi...

First, there's no hockey. That in itself is worthy of a good bit of ponderance.

Second, Laurier just beat McMaster for the Yates Cup. How the hell did Laurier come from nowhere on the radar two years ago to being the best team in the country?

Third, I'm only in three courses. Yet, I'm far enough behind to seriously contemplate a long walk off a short dock. How the hell do I always do this to myself, and why?

Fourth, Scotty doesn't have a job yet. How the hell does someone so genuinely nice and employable not find a job??? This guy will be loyal to your company, has above-average patience and problem solving skills, plus he makes a dynamite Peanut Butter and Tabasco sandwich. Employers of the world, should be reading this, please hire the lad!

Fifth, I'm in my fifth year of bands, and still alone. Wait, there's nothing wrong with this picture. Moving on!

Sixth, I'm whining a lot more than I usually do. Or maybe not. I can't tell anymore.

Seventh, my dad just dropped a large amount on new furniture and an entertainment system for his new house here in Kingston, yet he gives me a hard time when I ask for five bucks to do laundry. WTF mate? On the plus side though, this new place is BITCHIN, and the new TV and DVD with Surround Sound are fucking wicked.

Eighth, there's no hockey. I'm having a memory lapse, so have a repeat ponderance.

That's all I've got the energy for right now. I'm writing this fully realizing that Scotty will likely be the only one who actually reads it. If any others read it, Welcome to Zombacom!

That's it, I'm out.

Sens in six.