That's not what the Death card means

Trapped in this picture postcard
written 2010-05-16 23:11:29

It's 11:00 PM, and I'm going to bed. Well, I might have another piece of pizza first. Oh, wait, pepperoni pizza -- strange dreams has a correlation, no? Maybe not.

I had a fairly productive day, given that I spent a chunk of it roleplaying (Exalted, Keith's running it) and then watching hockey, more hockey and baseball. Maybe it just feels productive, because I got a lot done before noon, on Sunday, when it's entirely possible I would just sleep in until I had somewhere to be. But I didn't. So I'm awesome.

Man, the Flyers looked good out there. I was kidding when I said that the Habs knew how to beat superstar teams like the Caps and the Pens, but they'd be stymied by our workmanlike approach to the ice. I may not have been wrong, as it turns out. David's prediction: if we win by three or more goals on Tuesday, we sweep.

Listening to Elvis Costello and the Brodsky Quartet. I don't necessarily listen to all the same stuff I enjoyed fifteen years ago, but some of it is still great.

I started working out today. It's been a while since I did anything of the sort. I'm in miserable shape, so this might help a little - can't hurt.

"You start seeing double in fishes and bread." --EC&tBQ, "This Offer Is Unrepeatable"

Man, I'm going to Bulgaria in a couple of days. That's kinda cool. I'm looking forward to it.

Okay, I'm rambling. Y'all be good to one another. Happy birthday, Jen.

--11:07 PM, EDT, Hatboro, PA, "with all of my promise, unfulfilled"

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