monkey wrench

i'm very depressed right now. i've been thinking about a super-duper-ultra superlative for depression but couldn't figure out that one mother-of-all-depression. i'm too depressed to even try. hopeless. manchester united bowed out of the champions league to the mighty milan. this is the second year straight that united failed to reach the quarterfinals, and in unconvincing fashion as well. two goalkeeper blunders (tim howard in last year's aggregate lost to eventual champions porto, and roy carroll in the first-leg home defeat) had caused heartache to millions of the reds faithfuls around the globe. not to mention how flabbergasted and astounding such a big club as united to have flaky goalies since the departure of peter 'the great dane' schmeichel. guess money can't buy everything. but hey look at what chelsea has become! and rightly so. i hate to see chelsea go on and win the champions league though. it's just to show that someone can 'buy' a championship. sad but looking increasingly true. and they have the czech, petr cech, in goal. he's been in awesome form since moving from ligue1. plus jose mourinho's an amazing coach, a genius in his own right. and to me, this year's chelsea-barcelona tie is one for the classics collection. i need to shave and have a haircut. nothing wrong, just feel, urm, a little 'berserabut'. disorderly. disoriented. lost in deep thoughts of nothingness. tired. okeh-kokeh, i'm sure you'll have a better day than mine. keep the spirits up and smile always!:) ps: sis., no idea who melissa crider is.