
Originally Posted by
Absolutely Virtue
We've past the point of getting anything done at all today. Six hours til faceoff and I'm usless. Just need to pretend to work for the next five hours and not get caught reading hockey blogs. Is it too early to start drinking?
EDIT- oh fuck I almost forgot. My wife called this morning to tell me she knew I really wanted to see the game tonight, so she scheduled a spinning class and gave me a pass on dinner. The missus is a keeper.
Spinning class might very well mean "I'm gonna go blow some dudes who don't care so much about fucking sports." But that's okay. It's fucking game seven. I'll forgive her.