Dead And Loving It

I'm still sick, and frankly, I'm pretty cranky about it.

I am also pissed that Montreal traded for Matthieu Schneider, again, and that Alex Kovalev has once again reverted to his useless waste-of-space state. Carey Price had better get his shit together too. I'm angry that the coffee I left in my coffee mug while I was away has congealed onto the bottom and now I can't even scrape it off with a butter knife. I'm annoyed that my office is so friggin' cold that my fingers are all bluey and can barely be made to type. And that our family doctor is giving us shitty child-rearing advice that seems to be more disruptive than good. And that I can't find those neat clamp lights we used at my home-made soap photo session. And that the song titles from eMusic for that Contrived album I downloaded are all wrong. And that Facebook kept freezing when I tried to load new Lydia videos last night. And, well, whatever.

Conversely, next week I get to travel to BC and spend a day wandering Vancouver with a camera. Maybe I'll check out a Canucks game. And it looks like both Thunderheist and Chad VanGaalen are playing that weekend. I'm not so pissed about that.

Plus, Lydia is still cute, and laughing, and sleeping better, which is good.