But on the other hand, I'm almost done with writing my fic. :) I don't know how, but this thing is almost twice as long as the original.
I don't know how I failed to
Hockey was good today. Two fatties scored goals for the Kings and a hairy Slovakian prevented a three point game. Then I got to watch Ray Whitney creeping on various Coyotes interviews, sorta' like Kesler with the pizza.
However, I was subjected to one of the most upsetting goal calls ever: "(Brad) Richards going bareback, on his way in behind the LA defense."
I'm just glad it was Martinez and Scuderi on the ice at the time (and not either Donuts or JMFJ). Ugh.