Silenced

Forgive my premature hating on the Wings, however, I am flabbergasted and don't know what to think about tomorrow's game. I am glad they stepped up to the plate and met the challenge of winning a game in regulation. Now I have to find a way to be two places at once again. This should be an interesting task. My loyalties lie with the DRW organization in their time of need, not with some ruddy retail outlet that exploits the entire African and some of the Asian continents.

On a different note - Sometimes I don't have a lot to say. I know this is a fault of mine. Largely it's because I don't want to mess things up, for better or worse. Sometimes I don't talk because I feel comfortable, safe, and special. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Other times I don't talk because if I do, it won't be nice and I'll regret it later (most specifically in a work environment). And sometimes that too is a good thing, but the scenarios are completely opposite from each other. So until I figure out what to say in any given situation, don't hold it against me. Know that we are not only on the same page, but on the same line and most likely very close to the same character on that line.

A random tidbit of information - The 33 miles (give or take) between 496 and the rest area just east of M-59 on I-96 is the longest stretch of road ever, especially when the destination holds caffeine. And I'll never be able to figure out why 70 mph is too fast under the night sky and too slow in daylight. It has something to do with the patience level in drivers, but I'm not exactly sure what.