Bleargh.
So yesterday I
got out of bed at about 2:30 (because I didn't go to bed until 4 the
night before) and milled around, wrote a little, you know. Then, I did
some shopping for stockings and stuff before driving down to Burlington
to meet the guys.
Since I had a hockey game today, we all brought sleeping bags and stuff and were going to spend the night in the rink. This might have been fine if 1) I had been able to get to sleep...ever...I should have brought drugs or something to knock me out, and 2) if we hadn't practiced so hard and worn ourselves from about 11-12:30 last night, so that we went to sleep achy and sweaty and exhausted...only to have to wake up at 4:30 and play. That sucked balls. Especially because I only got about a half an hour of sleep (I was still up at 3:30 walking around, and I know I didn't fall asleep immediately after that...
So, bleargh. We played four games, all of which kicked my ass. We lost two, tied one and won one. Not our best day ever. I got shot in the leg, which hurt, shot in the ankle, which was no fun, and nailed with a wicked slap shot from about two feet away right on the top of my foot, which made me fall over, it hurt so bad. I had to limp off the floor and sub out, suck down some ibuprofen, and hope that nothing was broken. Now I'm pretty sure nothing is, but it still hurts like a bitch. I ache all over, and I still haven't really gotten any sleep.
Grrrrr. I need a shower like a hobo needs a hotdog. There's something about sweating in filthy gear until you stink, then drying off just to get sweaty again, several times...it's almost organic. I'm like an animal now, stewing in my own natural smell. Honestly, it's very liberating. Also disgusting. Definitely that.
I also need a nap before I pass out or kill Calliope, who's being a total brat to me. I suppose she's still a bit put out that I picked her up by the tail and carried her back inside after she ran out the door into the garden. Honestly, will she never learn? I should have just left her out there. The ground is so cold and frozen that it crunched under my feet; this morning it was something like 19 degrees out, and it's not that much warmer now. She would have come crying back in a few minutes anyway.
Sigh. Time for a shower.
Since I had a hockey game today, we all brought sleeping bags and stuff and were going to spend the night in the rink. This might have been fine if 1) I had been able to get to sleep...ever...I should have brought drugs or something to knock me out, and 2) if we hadn't practiced so hard and worn ourselves from about 11-12:30 last night, so that we went to sleep achy and sweaty and exhausted...only to have to wake up at 4:30 and play. That sucked balls. Especially because I only got about a half an hour of sleep (I was still up at 3:30 walking around, and I know I didn't fall asleep immediately after that...
So, bleargh. We played four games, all of which kicked my ass. We lost two, tied one and won one. Not our best day ever. I got shot in the leg, which hurt, shot in the ankle, which was no fun, and nailed with a wicked slap shot from about two feet away right on the top of my foot, which made me fall over, it hurt so bad. I had to limp off the floor and sub out, suck down some ibuprofen, and hope that nothing was broken. Now I'm pretty sure nothing is, but it still hurts like a bitch. I ache all over, and I still haven't really gotten any sleep.
Grrrrr. I need a shower like a hobo needs a hotdog. There's something about sweating in filthy gear until you stink, then drying off just to get sweaty again, several times...it's almost organic. I'm like an animal now, stewing in my own natural smell. Honestly, it's very liberating. Also disgusting. Definitely that.
I also need a nap before I pass out or kill Calliope, who's being a total brat to me. I suppose she's still a bit put out that I picked her up by the tail and carried her back inside after she ran out the door into the garden. Honestly, will she never learn? I should have just left her out there. The ground is so cold and frozen that it crunched under my feet; this morning it was something like 19 degrees out, and it's not that much warmer now. She would have come crying back in a few minutes anyway.
Sigh. Time for a shower.