Shaun Ryder Day
As in, happy Monday. Man, I'm so tired that I might start looking like Shaun Ryder. I had some crazy dreams and nightmares last night... the coolest one was where I had the key to Kurt Cobain's house, which was located in San Francisco, which was covered in snow. I rifled through his medicine cabinet, but he didn't have any allergy medication.

What did I do this weekend? Watched a bunch o' sports. Friday night was pretty uneventful. Saturday morning, Victor, Dylan, and I watched Liverpool vs. Arsenal... Arsenal won. Dylan was upset that by wearing his new Liverpool kit, he did not guarantee them a victory. Later that day, Victor conned me into watching the Boston Red Sox, who surprisingly beat the A's. We had to watch them again on Sunday, and they surprisingly beat them again. The final game is tonight, and I think I'm going to have to watch that too. Victor says it helps calm his nerves if I'm around.

We played soccer yesterday afternoon, and my team won. Again. Yay!

In other news, Damien Rice won the Shortlist Award. I own that CD, but never really gave it a chance... maybe I'll have to revisit it.