i'm going to be totally self-involved here, moreso than usual

i cannot go to sleep. i haven't had a drink since vegas, last sunday, and i feel terrible. last night, i tossed and turned all night long and into the morning. i maybe slept two hours total. i felt terrible all day, had a bad day at work, ran around into exhaustion, got home, watched some television, went to bed and it's been an hour and i don't feel my lids falling one inch. what the hell? i should've just got drunk like i wanted to. what the hell do i do now? this self-betterment adventure is going to end quickly; i can already tell.

oh yes, vegas. i had a great time. more than usual even. came back with some money. almost broke even at gambling. got frustrated with the amount of money spent on food and alcohol. got stiffed by a friend. couldn't get in a fight, without doing something that would've cheapened it. had two miserable hangover days. met some cool people. was the life of the party pit. saw the greatest frozen fury game ever. got my ass beaten to a pulp at the hofbrauhaus. and had pretty much the greatest time you can have while running past the point of extreme exhaustion.

can't wait for next year.

oh, n.h.l. season starts today. go, kings, go!