Playoffs...

[sorryimsorry]

 I just woke up. Last night was hell, real hell, and I didn't go to bed until four. Dad had a few to many last night and decided to chew me out for his own faults and misery. He went on and on about how women are all the same, and how you can't trust them and how awful they are and blah blah blah...
The worst was when I took the bottle of Seger away. You would think, 9 weeks from being 17, that I would want to live, right?
The chewing out that followed felt necessary, on some weird level. You don't take the man's drink, and I knew better than that. 
Sorry, Dad.

The Ravens are playing right now, hoping to obtain the wildcard pick and get into playoffs. We're all watching it, and already, 5 minutes in, the Ravens have scored two touchdowns. 
I love you, Ray Rice. I love you.
I like college football more than the NFL, but when it comes to Baltimore, I don't care. I love Baltimore. They're a damn good team, and I hope they hold their lead. 
If they don't win there's going to be some pissed off people in this house...

Dad got up to watch the game, but he doesn't seem all there. He'll feel better after a few beers. :|
And that's just...
Life.

I could use a serious drink, here.