The days are becoming long and monotenous. Half the time I don't even know which way is up. Football in the morning, home for a few hours, then work till late. I feel so drained mentally and physically. Yesterday we has practice at 5 in the morning. A bunch of guys went over to McKee's Tuesday night. None of us really slept. We left there about 4:10 or so, and after a pit-stop at Sheetz, we were there by 4:30. As we were running our first of two miles, Nicky put it best, "I feel like a fuckin' Marine." I ended up doing something to my lower claf so I limped through practice, then messed up my groin during Fun. As soon as I got home I went to bed. I was beat, but almost in a good kind of a way. I haven't been thinking about her, nor anybody really. I'm too tired to worry about them at this point. I just want to rest, but that won't come for three months, a half a year if I wrestle. Such is life, I suppose.