Whatever I did, sports gods, I'm sorry.

Let's summarize: Angel Pagan is in San Francisco, the Marlins are making a ten-year bid to Albert Pujols (whaaaaaaa?!) and the NHL realignment is fucking retarded.

In other news, I have no idea where my work ID is. The last time I remember having it was Saturday. :/ Whoops it was in the side pocket of the other bag I was dragging everywhere with me.

Canucks beat the hell out of Colorado, 6-0. Danny got a hatty, while Luongo and Schneider split the shutout.

Remember, December 1's post is screened if you wanna leave your address for Decembertime cards.

I don't remember much about today, except it lasted forever. I'mma get some egg nog (the sweet kind, since I've always preferred that over the alcoholic kind).

Not even interesting enough for a title.

The Sabres had a 3-0 lead late in the first and absolutely fell apart in the second period, giving up three goals. The final was 5-4/OT, Philly, in a game that Buffalo really should have fucking had (and now I hear Nathan Gerbe got hurt? Someone's gonna get their ankles bitten in the next game, just sayin' (Gerbe is 5'5 (165 cm), yes, I'm making a short joke)). Philly's two points up on the Rangers, and one back of Pittsburgh, and they play the Penguins (of course), tomorrow. Rangers have Tampa Bay.

My mom has this crazy fear of mice and always thinks we have them in the house (we really don't), so there are some mousetraps lying around. They're the sticky kind, and they've caught more centipedes and dust than anything. But as Bradley was bounding around the house today, his tail brushed against one and got stuck. He tried to pull it off, and I got up to try and help him, but he backed up and stepped on it instead. And when he lost his balance from trying to pull it off his foot, he wound up sitting on it. I had to cut it out of his fur, but I had to be careful because my stomach hurt too much from laughing.

I've got my book and the least difficult of the new Berryz dances for next year (but at least the latter means I'm ready for karaoke next weekend, and if I don't tire myself on the songs right before it, I might even get through this one!).

Everything is boring today. Can't wait for the weekend: going up to Albany with Es to hear courez sing!