I'd prefer to live in fantasy land

I'm loathe to update because I feel like a broken record. The job is getting more and more stressful, but I see no options of reducing the stress or finding something different (as I've been looking on and off for the past month or so). So, I'll keep it to myself instead.

In more distracting news, I made the 'playoffs' in our fantasy football leagues. I ended with the third seed (out of four), so I play the second seed this weekend. I have a strong feeling that my team is, in fact, fucked.

My team:
B. Leftwich QB
R. Johnson RB
E. James RB
R. Smith WR
D. Jackson WR
D. Patten WR
A. Crumpler TE
M. Stover K
D. Jets DST

His team:
P. Manning QB
C. Martin RB
T. Barber RB
K. Johnson WR
B. Stokley WR
R. Moss WR
J. Wiggins TE
S. Christie K
D. Broncos DST

The funny thing is, I drafted right before my opponent. I picked Edgerrin James with my first pick, and he snagged Manning. Advantage, him.