thrashed

Last night I went to the Thrasher’s game and had a ball. A friend of mine had tickets to a suite so there was free food and free booze (even though I didn’t drink any). It was really cool, especially since I hadn’t been to a hockey game in Atlanta yet.

The game went into overtime, and then into sudden death, and after all that we finally won. I feel lucky that I got to see a lot of hockey. There were a couple of fights, lots of loud noises, hot girlies shoveling the ice every few minutes, and even a pair of flamethrowers that spit huge gouts of flame when our team scored. What more can you ask for?

Now I’m awake at ten till seven on a saturday preparing to go run 6 miles with my TnT people. I have a headache, a sore throat, and I didn’t sleep well at all.

Yesterday I received in the mail a copy of the seven habits of highly effective people which I ordered with a gift certificate that I got for christmas, only to discover that I had somehow mistakenly ordered the miniature hardcover edition. It’s smaller than my cell phone. I don’t even know if it contains the whole book or not.

Life is a strange thing.