I started off my Sunday morning by eating a solid milk chocolate Montreal Canadiens hockey puck given to me as a birthday gift the night before. Consequently, my stomach hated me for the rest of the day, even after I tried to apologize with ample amounts of coffee, steak, strawberries, beer and cheesecake. Less than twenty four hours later I forget my iPod at home, thus leading to a long and aggravating day of not being able to ignore parking lot construction, ambient break room swearing and loud conversations at or near my cubicle. Headache. Then last night, Lydia didn't sleep so well - teething perhaps? - keeping Terri and I (but mostly her comfort food supply Terri) up for hours. Another headache. What will end this string of non-ideal circumstances? A spontaneous monetary handout from a stranger? A Pens blow-out victory? 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep?
We'll see. Shtay tuned.
Also - thanks for the (cursed) chocolate puck Matt.
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