Football in the morning, hockey in the evening. Sports sandwiches a long day of work. I hate not having my weekends totally free, although I must say that this vacation has been a little much. I feel completely useless when I sit around not doing anything. I guess that means I'm a workaholic. Not a good quality, but a good way to get ahead I suppose. Last night was kind of a trip. I hung out and got some coffee in Plymouth for awhile and then headed to a last-minute party with some of Chav's friends. Beer pong was the game of the evening, and Peanut had a pretty good streak of beginner's luck going. It's been a long time since I was at a party that rowdy, it took me back to the partying at EMU days. After that I had a pretty intense dream about EB. I don't know why, but she and I were sharing a house and Rene showed up to crash. He shook my hand, smiled and said it was good to see me again. I was so upset I woke up in a cold sweat right after he moved his things into her bedroom. It's been ...