In a minute I'll start crying like a little girl.

Let's all stop and take a minute to ask with me: "Hey, what happened to being good guys?"

No really, England hasn't been spectacular throughout and while yes, I love you guys, I'm there all the way, but where's the heart man? Where's the soul?

With England gone, I am totally all about the Home Team with France edging around the outskirts. But no, no, Germany all the way, if not you than who, you know?

Oh life, it goes much too slow.

A friend recently said to me, "I don't know what I do all day. I come home from work and suddenly it's eleven and I don't know what I've done."

Word.

Today, I can maybe account for five hours of actual activity that required me to be on campus, but what about afterwards? Before? What about Sunday, or tomorrow?

Seconds, minutes, days slipping away and it's gone, but I've only been waiting for it to be gone. Going somewhere I can't say, and not just England but The Future.

Seriously, I need a life. But right now I'll settle for knitting.