Wow, what a night. I tell ya what, there's nothing like a dramatic finish to the regular season sending your team to the playoffs that gets the blood moving through your veins. (Well, my cold, stiff, fingers that couldn't point straight towards the end would disagree, but they deserved it, cheeky freaks).
Anyway, for those who missed it, West came back in the final minute or so of the game to kick a 30 or so yard field goal with :07 left in the game. It was quite exciting, especially considering our track record for field goals and extra points this year. Still, we won in dramatic fashion, and that's what matters.

However the game was just one part of my wild misadventure. I left home, thinking "Well, I've got this direction thing down, I've done my MapQuest, gotten instructions from my mother, and now I'm set." Apparently, I was horribly, horribly wrong. After getting in the general vicinity, I promptly ignored my MapQuest and set off looking for a "Wal-Mart" as instructed by my mother. Now, with Wal-Marts these days, one would think they'd be easy to find. But like money, fame, fortune, hand grenades, and the phone number of the nearest pizza place, they're never around when you need them. So I continued on to Union County. Somewhere along the road, I saw a building with the word "GUNS" in big letters. Just the sort of encouraging thing I like to see as a beacon of hope in strange territory. Over every rise, I though "Surely this next patch of civilization will have the fabled Wal-Mart and Halls shall be nearby!" But no. Anyway, after awhile, I realized I was chasing El Dorado, called my mother (who sort of set me straight), and rushed back to see the game.

Then, on the way back, I was innocently driving home (the right way this time) when one of my glasses lens burst out of its shell and rushed at my jugular. An epic battle ensued where three innocent bystanders were brutally murdered and I barely escaped by melting the rogue lens into a puddle of evil mush. Ok, so minus the whole psychotic thing, it was still rather disconcerting driving with one eye shut (I pulled over eventually and fixed it). That about convinced me then and there to go contacts. Anyway,I then I promptly made another wrong turn, took a ten minute detour, and made it home in one piece.

There you have it. Long? yes. Concise? no. Brilliant enough to revolutionize the way we perceive the very fabric of space and time? You bet your best friend's wallet! As this post demonstrates, I will indeed be posting "journal entries" when I feel like it. So if you have a problem with it, you know where the suggestion box is! (Right underneath this post, by the way). And with that, I'll end this rambling, incoherent journal entry.

F.N. I'm going to make a riddle this weekend, I really mean it! No really, I do! Really!