I suppose there is always next year. Still. It sucks. I hope either Anaheim or Detroit crushes the stupid fucking Blackhawks in the conferance finals. Yeah, I'm bitter.
On another note,
I can't exactly say that I feel sorry for you...or...however you want to put it. And neither does your friends. I'm estatic about it, to be honest. Not in a oh-because-i'm-jealous-way, it's more of knowing that maybe you'll turn back to what you were before.
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