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I don't know what's wrong with me today, I'm hoping I'm just pms-ing. The more I think about the conversation I had last night the more depressed I got. This whole weekend was just weird.

On the bright side, I did have a fairly wonderful time at the lacrosse game on saturday night. It turns out my classmate works at the shark tank, and he almost got his ass fired on saturday. We all know that Cheechoo got a hat trick on an open net towards the end of the game. Since it was only 2 seconds left on the clock they decided to just drop the puck while all the hats were still on the ice. Totally neglecting that fact, my friend stepped on the ice to start cleaning up the hats. Now I'm trying to figure out how terrifying it is to have Toskala screaming at you to get the fuck off the ice. hahahahaha..... He also happens to know a spy girl too, thankfully not the one we were totally making fun of. So that part of the weekend was great fun.

So yeah, other then that, I had the usual emo crap creeping up on me. I think it was the rain. The little conversation I had last night was a bit enlightening. It's not as much as a recurring dream that I've been having. It's different everytime, but the subject is always the same. The more I think I shouldn't be having them, the more they come up. It gets to the point where I'm dissapointed when I wake up and figure out it didn't really happen. Enough to make me want to get back into bed and fall back asleep. The most interesting part though, I'm not the only one having those dreams.