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So it's almost 1am. I am getting up at 6 to go to phoenix to see the sabres play. I can't sleep, I sorta feel like an 8 year old kid going to disney for the first time. Super anxious so I am unable to sleep. I haven't seen a live sabres game in at least 6-7 years. But in this period of not being able to sleep I've been reading old entires on here. I realize livejournal is the lost medium to share your life on the internet. I remember my old livejournals would be these ridicously long rants about nothing and what I considered important when I was 17. Then I read back through this one and realize how weird my life has been for the past few years. It's a strange place out here in the desert... if you are still following this thc induced tangent of word vomit, thank you for your patience. I've spent a lot of time over the last few months of 09 and all of 10 thinking about the last 10 years, it's been a long strange ride. I have a lot more floating through my head I want to write about but I can't seem to slow down all the thoughts at once. It's been a while since I've sat down and tried to write something. Smoke weed. I'm out. Goodnight.