Its the Dingoes I swear...

Okay so today was long, six hours of class interrupted by a visit to my unwell friend, I'm exhausted. Hockey practice left me buzzing until 3:30, and five hours of sleep is not enough. Not enough. So tonight I'm going to bed about now (its 11:15, hopefully I'll be asleep by midnight) and getting up early (for me, early is anytime before 9:00) and going to the gym, followed by a successful day of 'Getting my Presentation Done' so I can enjoy a pity-party (emphasis on the party) with some ladies.

Just a bit of a quote moment, in the context of a train: Bittertown, Aloneville, Hermit Junction... seems like I'm getting there pretty damn fast, next stop: Hermit Junction.

Speaking of, have sent two emails out into the vast internet maze (three if you count one to my girlfriend about tomorrow night's plans) and have not received anything back. Damn Internet Dingoes, release my responses from your evil clutches! Stay your scratchy hands! Re-sheath your little claws and let my life progress. Cruel, malicious Dingoes! You bastards! Its your fault my inbox is empty. All your fault!

Okay, sleep would be good about now.