Finally woke up...

Yeah, that's right. I finally woke up from my depression induced coma. After my man McNabb decided to puke a few interceptions from his mouth to defenders hands I fell prey to the silent killer known as self-hatred and disbelief. All is well now. I woke up to learn that they took the Pope off of life support and that Saint Terri Schiavo (is that how it's spelled?) has bigger work to do for God now. Or did I get those mixed up? Doesn't matter. Suffice to say I'm back and I'll probably update this thing a little more frequently. Or not. Or both.