I ate so much candy today that I had to brush my teeth twice just to get them to a point that resembled cleanliness. I don't know if I should give Cassi a big hug for blessing the apartment with an abundance of pastel-colored fat agents or if I should blame her every ounce I gain for the rest of my life. It was as if Queen Goozen were smiling down on me, saying, "What's that? You've got PMS? Here, dear, here's more chocolate than you'll know what to do with."

The hockey game is on tomorrow morning...I'm sure of it this time. I've already got a hot date with Alexis to catch the best of the best (UMD) beat out the team (Denver) that managed to somehow beat the REAL best of the best (UND) to get this far. Needless to say I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning. If, for some inexusable reason, Duluth cable does not have the game on, I will cry. I will lie on my back on our thinly-carpeted living room floor and scream and kick my legs and flail my arms in a genuine temper tantrum. Don't put it past me.

Tomorrow both of my morning classes are cancelled AND Cassi is going to braid my hair AND the hockey game is on AND I get to see Darren AND have wings. I'm not sure how this weekend could possibly live up to the great day I'm sure tomorrow is going to turn out to be.