I played basketball again earlier this week. I'm getting better at it. I'll spare you all the gory details, though.

You know what I love? I love only having to work a half day on Fridays during the summer. Granted, I have to put in another whole hour every day the rest of the week, but knowing that I'm done at noon on Fridays makes is all worthwhile.

Be warned: I'm in rambling mode today.

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My God. The NBA Finals. Snooze-arooni.

I heard a rumour on Slam about KG possibly being traded from Minnesota to New Jersey for Kenyon Martin (I like him), Kerry Kittles (eh) and Keith Van Horn (I hate hate hate him).

So basically, we'd be giving up our franchise player for a solid young guy, a decent player that's very injury prone and KVH, the most inconsistent, overrated, overpaid, heartless guy in the NBA.

I don't think it's a good idea, folks.

World Cup? USA is going to the second round, where we'll face Mexico. I still haven't seen any of the games, even though I've wanted to.

There have been quite a few upsets, too. So things are interesting there. That's for sure.

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I've realized lately that I have some form of depression.

I don't really get why, but when the skies are overcast, I'm very moody and sad. When it's anything but overcast, I'm not as moody or sad. Not to say that I'm not moody, because, let's face it, I'm a moody boy. People walk on eggshells around me for pete's sake.

Lindsay, though, usually doesn't walk on the shells around me. I think that's a very good thing, actually. She's not intimidated by my grumpiness, and I love that. It makes me feel like she "gets me" where many many many other people just don't get that part of me. Pretty much everyone else is intimidated, or seems to be. I don't really get what it is that I do that is so intimidating. Maybe it's because I'm big and look pissed off sometimes. I don't know.

At any rate, please don't walk on eggshells around me. It's not you, it's me. If I look mad, I'm usually not. That's just my regular face, not my mad face.

I'm not mad mad mad that often at all. The last time I was mad mad mad was when my VW got towed the first week after I moved to Minneapolis (this was over 2 years ago) and I was broke and couldn't afford to have my car towed and the towing people fucked up part of my car and were all "No we didn't. Duh-hurr." Then the dude was bending down to look at the underside of the car and I just wanted to kick him in the head repeatedly.

But that was over 2 years ago. I think in my whole life I've been mad mad mad a handful of times. I don't think that's too bad.

I am in a fairly agreeable mood most of the time, I think. If I'm not agreeable, I'm about 1 minute away from it. I'm usually pretty happy, I think.

At any rate. I love you all... All that crap. I don't deserve all the special treatment I get from all of you. I just want you to love me back and not be scared of me and my stupid bullshit. Okay?

That's all I have for now... thanks for stopping by,
Eric