I pray that you come get me. Show me the light, let me embrace the darkness, invite me into your world... I shall be your eager apprentice and your companion through the sands of time. Together we'll be alive. Together we'll fly. Together, we will be.
Until then, I shall walk the earth in search of my soul's destiny. And patiently, I await your presence.
That's me today. Brain dead, body alive. When nite comes, it's the total opposite. Brain alive, body dead. What's that mean? 3 syllables, 8 letters… I-N-S-O-M-N-I-A. Dagnammit! I must have yawned like 500 times since dawn. I guess I am a nite-creature after all...
After a most upsetting defensive match, Trap's troops were held to a goalless draw by the aggressive Danes. (Yes, I have to give a hand to the Danes who played really well.) Buffon & Sorensen were definitely the men of the match. I've no idea what the white-haired coach has up his sleeves but I sure hope his gameplay changes when they face the Swedes. If not it'll just be another repeat nightmare like the WC2002... if then, I'd say "sack the man!"
