Ow.
So I burnt my coffee drinking hand (a.k.a the left) on the iron this morning. All of my fingers have a lovely shiny line across them, stopping me from holding anything that isn't about -5 degrees celsius. That's just friggin' great... glad that very soon I will be holding a frosty beer while watching the sens kick the sh*t out of those arsewipes from Toronto. I saw a guy on campus carrying a huge Leafs flag. They really have lowered the standards here at McGill. Far too many Toronto people can get in apparently.
In other news, I got another brief message last night.
On my way to school this morning, I made an interesting discovery.
Aragorn was huddled behind one of the pine trees at the Arts building. Seems he
had almost made it to the computer lab last night to find you, but sadly, he was
frightened by all the noise and the screaming that accompanied Montreal's victory yesterday.
He asked me to pass on the message that the Hosts
of Mordor were nothing compared to Habs fans, and that he was returning to his
homeland because he feared that Eowyn's power-hungry tendencies had cost him his
crown in his absence. Men are notoriously wimpy in the face of independent
females. He said that maybe he'd try you again the next time you have an exam.
Just thought you might like to know.