my house is a peaceful house.
well, a kind of peace that is directly relational to the fact that
notta one hockey player remains.
i worked today for some nice time and 1/2 pay..
and tonght i'm waiting for this hockey game to be done so i can pop in a movie and eat some supper (you can't have one without the other i'm afraid).
it'll probably go in to fifty overtimes
i would expect nothing less.
for some reason i assumed that everyone would be doing family things tonight,
the lord having died and all,
they are all working.
i'm thinking of driving around to their houses and taping easter eggs to their doors