she knows she's losing it

If I get through this week without ending up in a rubber room, I will consider it a major victory.

Speaking of major victories, my gorgeous and flawless NY Rangers won the Eastern Conference quarterfinals in a sweep. Sorry, Lil Jon. But, it happened in a week of horror. Which means I went from trying to cover monstrous shootings from an office in Times Square to jumping up and down for the "GOAL!" song in Madison Square Garden in about an hour. That's not good for one's head.

And then today, when I buy every local paper so that I have the pretty pretty back page action, the front page is a mass murderer pointing a gun at me. Where is censorship when I need it?

Even if I were sane I couldn't handle this. And we all know I am not sane. For example, I lost count of how many times I rewatched Matt Cullen's post-game interview last night to catch him "looking at me." I wish I were kidding. I really wish I didn't think we made actual eye contact. Through the TV. It's sad, really. But it's the quickest way to get happy.