I had something witty to say and I worked on it this morning, but I've totally forgotten about it. When you've been awake already for five hours, the unimportant stuff tends to slip your mind.
I did have a dream, however, that I was reading the newspaper right after the Sens lost their series, and the article had a picture of Chris Phillips coming off the ice with his helmet off. He had a FRO. Like a straight-up-and-down-Mike-Commodore-esque type fro. It had attitude. So did his mammoth sideburns. Basically, he looked like a combination of Wolverine and The Fonz - with a perm.
In other news, I'm really starting to enjoy my walks in the morning. This morning I tried to convince myself that I was too tired to get up and go, but I couldn't fall asleep again, so I went. And it was good. It is so smoggy and hazy that the sun comes up as a huge shimmery orange ball. I tried to take a picture of it with my cameraphone, but I was unsuccessful. Perhaps some day I will lug my real camera along with me and try again.
In other other news, my eldest brother turns 29 today. TWENTY-NINE. Can you believe that? The older he gets, the older I get. Next year, three out of five family members hit a milestone with birthdays: my dad turns 60; Chris turns 30; and I turn 25. Weird.
It's also Tim's birthday today. I think he will be turning 22? 23? I think 23. In any case, it's a good day for the birthday fairy.
And finally, in the final news kind of way, I'm preparing a letter to Mr. Big's Lawyer, basically pleading with him, for the sake of knowledge (or some such nonsense) to send my shit to someone who ISN'T being traded to Boston. Sheesh.
Posted by Ally at May 31, 2006 10:00 AM