Mail is Good.
off the top:
So, perhaps the Bondra deal won't happen after all. I don't blame them for not taking Ottawa's offer. Schastlivy plus a draft pick ain't all that great a deal . . .
the score:
No game until tomorrow night. I can't wait. I seem to schedule all my time around hockey.
Until then, however, check out this article about hockey and
physics.
off the ice:
Last night was the
Senators at your Service dinner for charity. APPARENTLY, all Swedes are not blond. Alfie's fiance, looking fabulous only eight months after giving birth, is a brunette. So there's hope for all puck bunnies everywhere!
in other news:
I don't know if it's the attitude of this website's host rubbing off on me or not, but I find myself in a mild state of melancholia these days.
I think it partly has to do with the weather. There's a strange sort of isolation that comes with fridgid temperatures and the odd sensation of never being truly warm. People are huddled into themselves, with a look of introspection glazing across their eyes. People go from Point A to Point B without stopping or looking around, and there's none of that cameraderie about the cold that exists when it's only minus twelve or so.
I think another problem is that I've reached that point in term when I have an established daily routine that rarely varies: get up. Go to work. Go to school. Do homework. Maybe watch hockey. Go to sleep. Rinse. Repeat. I read my horoscope on my lunchbreak today. It told me to go for a drastic change in my choice of career and life path. I thought, NAH. I already went through that hassle in November. So I guess I'm ahead of schedule.
I got a letter from
Rachelle this morning. It was in a bright green envelope, and it was covered in "Finding Nemo" stickers. The contents, written entirely in pink, made me laugh out loud (Chel, you got it from NICK??? GEBUS). But that was just one bright spot in an otherwise dull day. It's disconcerting to think that, once I finish school, this is the rest of my life, day in and day out. At least when I'm at school, I get breaks in routine.
One such break is coming up soon. Reading Week. Although this year, I won't get to see as many people. Cait will be in Orlando, Sarah will be in Winnipeg, and Lisa will remain in Providence. I shouldn't really complain about Cait and Sarah, because they're in town NOW, but I'm just trying to make myself look as pathetic as possible. Hear me out. I bet dollars to donuts that Nini isn't coming home. She usually has too much work to do. Sam and Jay are going to Vegas. So it's just me, and Chel, and Stef, and Jon, really. Boo-urns.
Enough of the downers. Here's some news for you: Stefan *says* that he's working on a writeback system, so if you want him to get on with it, hassle him, not me.
Also, Jen today made the *startling* realization that I haven't yet put up any pictures of Ottawa's Golden Boy, Mr. Wade Redden. So here you go, Office Wench. Enjoy. ;)
Posted by Ally at January 27, 2004 12:00 AM