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I’m still in shock that the NHL playoffs won’t happen this year. What am I going to do in May? What?

The first week or two of the playoffs are usually my favorite — at least two games on a night plus an episode of Coach’s Corner on every other night. Lots of molson with lots of friends living and dying with the Wings.

So no hockey this year? No last chance for Steve Yzerman?

Well, fuck ‘em. They may not get another dollar from me, but I do want to wallow in a glass of warm pity for a sec here…

I hate you blogspammers, you make me hate poker.

I started taking wellbutrin this past Tuesday. Smokes should taste more awful as each day goes on. We’ll see.

I’m hoping to avoid the extra weight you get when you stop smoking by working out. Did about 45 minutes of walking on Wednesday, and 30 minutes today including running 1/4 a mile.

No, I’m not that fat, I could probably run further than that, but I don’t feel that my ankle is fully healed yet. I need another xray…