I've had this site up for about a month, and I think I've been pretty consistent with the humor. But now it's time to be a little serious. Just a little. Now, anybody who has known me for a while, spoken to me for long periods of time, visited my website, or even heard me whistle the guitar solo from Freebird would know that I'm not exactly "wired right." I tend to be... emotional... at times. Ok, let's face it, I have crazy psychotic mood swings about once every 3 months. Anyways, I've been going through one of those. For most people, it's a normal thing, I guess. But every once in a while, it just seems like all the bad things just pile up in your life all at once, and you're about to snap or something. Being single, out of shape, going nowhere in wrestling, these are all things I can usually handle, one at a time. But this last week it all just came down on me hard for some reason.

So anyways, I'm sitting up at the SOON TO BE Tornado Pro Wrestling Academy by myself the other day, and I'm just sitting there, staring at the ring. Nobody was there, dead silence, and just two flourescent lights shining down on the ring. And something inside possessed me. I got in the ring, started stretching out, ran the ropes, did all that. And I started wrestling myself. I started to visualize a crowd, an opponent, everything. I know what you all are thinking: "Jesum Crow, Dan (or Todd) he's lost his F'ING MIND!" Well, maybe I have. But to be honest, after I got done wrestling myself, I felt a lot better. Sure, I kinda feel like a mark for telling you (the readers) about this, but it worked. So I guess the moral of the story is this:

Don't forget to dream