uuuuuuugggggnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh.

I'm currently at The Roomie's computer, sitting in Wheeling (first trip back since graduation...) and trying to get rid of a headache the size of Dubuque. I'm also eating the worst MacDonald's salad ever created and rallying my energy for tonight's game. It'll be a good time, but I think I've had an even better time, just being up here for thirty seconds. If I ever get down on myself, all I have to do is think of all these people I saw, people who were so excited to see me and for no other reason than just up for fun...Maybe they thought I would buy them beer. I did. I bought A beer. For The Bartender. Who'd given me free beer. Cause he rules. I love beer.

But now I'm fondly reminiscing about last night--I had a really great time. I owe my Roomie money now, but it was worth it. Even more worthwhile were my chats with my professors and my "spiritual advisor."--ah, got you there, you didn't think i HAD one of those, did you?? I don't know why I enjoy--or appreciate, at least--listening to adults tell me that i need to get motivated or that i'm not living up to my potential. I think it must be that it's the best way of being reminded that they're fond of me. And they really are, too. It's awesome when people you respect greatly are fond of you.

I can't think. This is way too incoherent for you all. Blame it on the free shots.