I arrive tomorrow. Just in time for the Saints game.
It feels really weird going into a playoff game with the Saints favored to win. That's kinda like going into a bar at 16 and knowing your going to get hammered.
I wanna go home guys. I want to be back in Austin, enjoying the company of my friends and continuing to strive for something, right now I just feel in neutral. I want to go back to my little Dobie dorm room and find a way to pay for the next meal.
I'm going to call up Quoc, Ameer and the boys and get a Saints viewing party set up somewhere.
I want to give a profound rant right now but really can't. So here's some Cowboy Mouth.