What a crock...

So the Bolts win the Cup, eh? What crap, I don't care what anyone said about that puck, no matter how you twist it, even with those 'ABC' specialist and their cameras say it wasn't in. So, now, they'll make a big deal about Andreychuck winning the Cup for the first time after playing 22 years or whatever. Maybe if he wasn't whipped and let his wife trade him to Tampa Bay, instead of bailing out on Colorado, he would've had a cup a lot sooner. Serves him right...

God, work is so boring. I don't know how to stay alive, worst of all, all these PCs and Dell laptops that sit around the office seem to interference with my Airport Extreme card and I don't get any connectivity inside the rooms, just in the hallways, lounges, etc, which makes work kind of hard at the moment. Especially when I need to go to meetings our what not *shrugs*.

My diet is going, eh, I don't feel like I'm losing anything... I guess I'll find out more when I go home, where there's actually a scale. My thoughts of paranoia are still around, I wish I could get rid of them. Friday is my sister's graduation, so, I still haven't worked a full week here, ha. Back to mindless web surfing.