Empathy for Sergei, blame history

I wish the sun was out today, it might help make things a little more bearable.

I wish I could eat meat today too. If there is one aspect of my religious upbringing I hold on to, it is not eating meat on Friday's during lent. I am convinced that would also help make things more bearable.

I wish I didn't have the chore of knowing that I need to go shopping for a new outfit, for a court date no less. Fewer things are more of a task to me than clothes shopping, especially when I don't have Marissa around anymore to pick out things and tell me how cute I'd look in it. Damn her getting married and moving to Chicago sometimes. It's been almost four years, you'd think I would have developed the skill to go shopping on my own by now, but I haven't. It's so pathetic.

I wish I could look forward to the game tonight. It will be filled with ignorant Wings fans booing Sergei Federov. I don't like if you don't like the guy much, but you can't deny him what he accomplished during his Detroit years. I don't care about the manner in which he left; he needed to break free and spread his wings on another team, no matter how unfortunate it was that he fell on his face after realizing that he really did need the support of other superstars to aide in his game. Without his assistance, it is doubtful the Wings would have three Stanley Cups in the past ten years and continue to be the driving force in the NHL. Fucking bandwagon fans, I can't stand them. And that is exactly what they are if they boo him. Grow up and learn to appreciate things a little more, you little rat bastards.

I wish it was 10pm on Saturday night. Then I would be able to rejoice in the fact that I get a three day break from the store. But it's not that time yet, and until it comes, I'm just going to have to get over it.