clarification

You know, I play hard as nails on tv, but inside I'm such a softy. Here I am feeling bad about the hockey puck woman. She got knocked out but was ok, and so then it was ok to enjoy the magnificence of the shot, ok? I'm not a sadist. That's G's job.

It's like the bhb. I still feel bad about that.

Aaaa. Now that's off my chest, and I can focus back on fighting thru my Nyquil and feverish haze to finish my damn 10 page midterm. Guh.

One more midterm left after this. Just one more.Just onemorejustonemorejustonemoreallworkandnoplay...