My brilliant plan was to come home, flake out for about half an hour, then order pizza and watch the game. What did I end up doing? Coming home, flaking out for half an hour, getting up at midnight, missing a 3 nothing win, and not ordering pizza. Gotta love it when things work out. Well, on the bright side, it *is* getting a little easier to actually go to work for the shift I’m on now after spending the last… oh… damn near a year on overnights. Apparently I missed a good one, too–the scoring didn’t start until the end of the second period, and it was all toronto. Figures. Note to self: tonight, watch the damn game. Which they’ll probably lose, because I intend to watch it if it kills me. Although I may pass out in the process. Oh well!
Appatently, I get to watch tonight’s game after all, thanks to the fact I can grab a couple hours’ cat nap should I decide to later. Thank you, OC Transpo–rant to come on that one when it stops irritating the royal hell out of me.