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Please be advised: Claire and I ship Witch King!Tom Bombadil/Balrog exclusively now. There are no other pairings. None of my googledocs will ever see the light of day now, but maybe I can rework some of the PK/Carey, though the jokes in the title and the last line won't work and that's sad.

This morning, I spent half an hour blasting Jennifer Knapp to wake Best Bro up. It didn't work, so I gave up and went to watch Hradek's predictions for the NHL awards. A minute later, Best Bro sat up and asked why they were talking about Soupy.

This is why we're friends. And because I told her the awards start at midnight here and her reaction was "I guess we're not sleeping tonight, then!" So now we're snuggling in my bed eating strawberries because we're the best.

Also, my grandfather is sending me traveling around Europe in September (sort of; it's complicated; they're all fighting about money again, but we'll summarize this way and I'll entitled!rant about it somewhere else) and, uh. This is happening.

AND. Annoying Guest is leaving us tomorrow. \o/ So Best Bro and I get twice as much time to be wrapped up in each other, though obviously I still have to work and crap like that.
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Maja pointed out that I haven't been updating about my life nearly enough and she's probably right, so here you are, this is where my life stands.

State of the Angie. )

This was a several hundred word long rant about why Ellerby's current situation sucks ASS, he's approximately a thousand times better than "Florida's healthy scratch" sounds, and he needs to be traded immediately, complete with quotes from Mike Santos, whose job is to serve as Dale's brain. You're welcome for NOT exposing you to that degree of crazy, because I do try to keep that one contained. Best Bro will be here soon, I will just shove stats at her and yell and then we'll talk about how much Mike Richards SUCKS and maybe there'll still be hockey to watch and go "WE CAN'T CHEER FOR ANYONE" and then I'll feel a lot better.

I wrote a thing! I wrote it ages ago, but couldn't finish the rest in time for posting (even with the deadline being pushed back to tomorrow, which it hadn't been when it was time for me to go the fuck to sleep, since I'm off to spend some time with Sarah), so you only get the sad part. I'll bring this home to you, Booth/Weiss, 1k.

Coming soon: a list of ten things I like about England. Hey, I came up with seven things I like about Mike Richards for R's birthday, I CAN DO ANYTHING. Because I feel bad about how much I whine about how terrible this country is. It's just because I'm homesick in this sort of desperately tragic way that I hate myself for.
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I was a fucking wreck this morning (and kind of still am) because -- twenty wins for the Marlins in May, with a game to go, and the record was nineteen, set in August of 1997 during their first improbable run to winning the World Series. Ew, feelings. Baseball/uncle-related. )

I was going to do work tonight (my focus was shot during my usual working hours, so I only got about 50 words written and I'm supposed to be doing 500 a day to get a draft done this term), but instead I've spent my time thinking about tidying my room, listening to Jennifer Knapp's "fuck you, I'm coming out" album, and finishing my [ profile] hockeyrarepairs fic. If anyone wants to read over that before I post it (it's just over 1k, maybe 1.5 if I add back the stuff I'm thinking I might, and almost entirely Booth and Weiss crying over how horrible it is that Booth has to play in Vancouver), that would be awesome. :D?

I had something else to talk about, but I'm pretty sure it was me being crazy about the popular "definition" of alcoholism (Patrick Kane: probably not an actualfax alcoholic, but might be able to use some of what you get out of rehab, as long as it's his choice to go, but most people could use that, so whatever), terrible hockey bloggers (oh lord, your sexism/stupidity is showing, Rat Trick writers), and/or fishing (don't get me started), so it's probably best I go to sleep instead.
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it was a good night at the bar next doorish where, oops, I had too much to drink OH WELL, because -- I don't have to race, as I have a sub for tomorrow, and, uh, this happened.

adorable picture cut because I can't bring myself to leave it uncut )

(Btw, thanks for the <3, people who I've whined at about my hips. It's definitely helped me feel more rational for giving in to the pain! I almost cried when I got told they'd found a substitute, I was so happy.)

ALSO since I was reminded about my amazing team's amazing relationship with the Jewish community, here is the best story about my fellow Panthers fans ever: the day I found out Stephen Weiss was not for sure Jewish as we'd all been told, Best Bro and I went to a game ... where one of the Orthodox men was overheard explaining to someone else how amazing Weiss is with, as an extra super bonus indicator of awesome, "and he's even JEWISH!" We will tinhat the shit out of our captain's Judaism, okay.

(No, he's not the captain officially, BUT Sammy says everyone knows and Ells says it's Weiss, so. THERE'S THAT. good night.)
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* Sometimes I forget that "all the NHL's Russians hang out all the time" isn't just a joke and is actually a legit thing? And then sometimes I'm looking for old articles to work out a timeline for something and run across Dadonov's plans for Raleigh being "hang out with Ovechkin." Oh, Dads. I hope Ovie treated him right.

* Marshy is posting tons of pictures of Minny and Kovi lately and my god, puppies. Post hair cut. Riding shotgun. With a shoe. Waking up early and making me want to DIE of cute. If you're only following one member of the Rampage other than Keith Seabrook and Markstrom, he's the one to be following, because puppies.

* In honor of the Memorial Cup, Jonathan Racine riding Jonathan Huberdeau like a bull. Baby Panthers! Especially Huberdeau! He kept his elbows to himself last night and actually scored a goal and led his team to victory. How interesting that that's how it works!

* "That was Coyote hockey. When you have nothing to lose, you just throw it all out there and see what happens." Ray Whitney! <3 I have no hope, but it was nice to see they'd actually won one when I woke up yesterday, since as I was falling asleep on Sunday night while watching the game, I apparently hallucinated a Kings goal. NOPE. :D NOTHING FOR YOU, AWFUL TEAM THAT LOVES MIKE RICHARDS.

* The race begins TOMORROW. How exciting. My mother gets here on Thursday! And then on Saturday, we have lunch with Sarah post-race and then go to London for a few days and I will finally be able to think of things that aren't the race. Like my dissertation. Sigh.
candesco: keaton ellerby and jason garrison! :D (ellerby!)
Ellerby continues to be on the Weiss for Captain bandwagon and is trolling Guds on twitter and making sure the rookie stays in his place. Which, unlike Ellerby, is not in the pressbox, oops. Whatever, he's still my favorite. Also my favorites and one day to meet in my presence so I can record that shit are Mike "Ellerby has more skill than anyone else on this team" Santos and Shane "obviously I'd most like Nicklas Lidstrom and Keaton Ellerby to help me kill a 5-on-3" Doan.

A and I took her Canadians around the pubs tonight. One of them talked to me about how awesome Miami is and about how sad the Leafs make him. And I contained my glee over TORONTO HAS THE LONGEST PLAYOFF DROUGHT IN THE NHL but only barely. The best was when we got to the pub that the G&S society's patron owns and A introduced the lot of us as Canadians. Here is what happened:

Publican: What part of Canada are you from?
Dude: Toronto.
Publican: Ah, yes, the Leafs. And you?
Angela: Florida. :|
Publican: Leafs? Panthers?
Angela: Panthers. :|

Whatever, I'm going to finish (finally) watching the Iron Man movies and then go the fuck to sleep and refuse to think about how I have two 6 am outings this week. Our captain did tell me I need to stop worrying about being as long as possible if that means fucking up my hips and to remember that our coach doesn't know he is actually killing my hips by telling me to extend as far as I "just can." That was good. Pepper Potts now.
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ahahahahahahahaha, shit I'm not going to talk about except to say this: the girl who survived (so far; she's in stable but serious condition right now) this plane crash and I were friends one summer when we were teenagers. :\

This video is essentially my life right now. The postgrads in the IR department at my uni became obsessed with Call Me Maybe at some point and then K spread that to all of us in college and last night's dissertation and red wine party in the MCR turned into a red wine and Call Me Maybe party in my hallway.

Erging today was WRETCHED and we got told we're doing six am outings once the flag is green and we can go out because yeah, we have to qualify for the race on Friday. I don't know how well this will do -- I'm in bad enough shape physically that my course convener sent me an email this evening worrying about me. I'll email him back tomorrow, I guess. My split on the 500m test we did wasn't the worst ever, especially since I couldn't breathe due to sickness, but lord knows how the race will be.

Avengers things )

Also, this cover of Sexy and I Know It. That is all.
candesco: fredegund, the most wicked neustrian queen ever (mfing &fredegund;)
Last night, the Rampage were brought low by a devastating blow from OKC. But all is not lost, because now I get to follow Wacey livetweeting his suing the pants off of his old KHL team and enjoy the wonder of the rest of the Rampage tweeters, who will have even more free time. Also, the Swedish national team still has a goalie slot and they could call Markstrom up, though they might be waiting on tonight's NYR game for maximum unfairness to the other countries. #1 is still better than #2, but talk to me again in 2014.

Now, I'm more of a cat person myself (Jilly and I will be reunited in three months, three weeks, and three days, not that I'm keeping track), but I have to say, the best part of the Rampage twitters is that, when they're not posting pictures of the food Keith Seabrook cooks them when he's in town or Colby Robak's ass, they're posting pictures of their puppies and the puppies they rescued from off the streets because Tyson Strachan is just that amazing.

here be puppies. )

Okay, my lazy Saturday morning is over, time for work. Maybe. If A ever crawls out of her sickbed for the dissertation party she promised me.
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1. [ profile] doctor_denmark and [ profile] jess_darkwater came to visit on Saturday. It was awesome. I have never talked so much about Jordan Eberle in my life!

2. People who have scored three goals on the powerplay against the Devils this postseason: Florida's ex-Blackhawks, Stephen Weiss, and the entire Flyers roster. I can't even look at Claude Giroux anymore.

3. This was originally about how fucked Slovakia is if they can't be better ASAP, because I don't think they'd qualify if they had to do it during the NHL season. No Chara, lots of problems. And then they beat America, because they suck and are the worst and it's not like Kopecky even DID anything. Score more goals with your pants, Kopy. At least those are hilarious!

4. If you're ever seated next to me at a dinner party, do yourself a favor and don't ask me for my opinion on gay marriage or educational justice. Thankfully, the woman I sat with at formal hall tonight didn't seem to mind how many thoughts I had, but good lord are there a lot of them. Whatever, she asked for it.

5. IT'S JESSICA'S BIRTHDAY. In celebration, I'm going to bed. But happy birthday, boo, I love you and I'll buy your birthday present between now and next time I see you. You're going to love it. It's one of the things I bought my mom for mother's day. SNAP.

6. Dissertation is 20% done. Party time is not quite yet -- but A and I are having a red wine, Japanese food, and dissertation party on Saturday, mostly to check and see if I can have red wine. Fucking migraine diets.

7. I just like the number seven. And dudes who wear it. Especially when their initials are DK or they have good chemistry with a dude with those initials.

Good night. ♥
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I'm -- doing better. I'm getting work done and if I can do 500/weekday consistently instead of 500/day every few days, I should have a draft of this chapter by the end of next week, which will put me precisely on pace to get a draft finished by eighth week. Also I've spent the last couple of weeks very slowly writing the most embarrassing Hallsy/Ebs fic in the world -- it's basically a love letter to South Florida, based off of Hallsy tweeting about going to the beach in Tampa, and my homesickness is visible from space in it.

The IIHF's Power Rankings are out and I want to marry them. Reproduced under the cut, because I think they'll update the page in the future and some of these are so great I want to keep them forever. )This article on Evan Kaufmann is amazing. I have a lot of feelings on it, but I am done with exploding feelings for a while. It's about one of the few Jewish athletes representing Germany on the international level, the grandson of a Holocaust survivor who moved to Germany to play pro-hockey and see where his grandfather came from. For me, the most interesting part is when he talks about his family's relationship with Germany and I think the issue of American-Jewish aversion to Germany is handled quite gracefully. I'm basically bandwagoning the shit out of Germany during the group stage. Because of Kaufmann, but also because...

CAPTAIN GOC! Marcel Goc, perhaps better known to South Floridians as Dracula or #OMGoc, on playing with his little brother (you guys KNOW how I feel about families by now, I ASSUME), written by my favorite of the Panthers reporters -- who also wrote this, with Ellerby talking about the Coyotes. She also has a fabulous feature on Weaver on the site with the Ellerby piece and a really good "since the last time the Panthers were in the playoffs" piece.
candesco: chilperic strangling one of his wives. because fredegund. (killing her harshly)
woke up. pretended i hadn't. grabbed for my phone, which was where i keep it at jessica's, not where i keep it at home and so i was confused by my life. checked the score. swore. cried. blamed kulikov for everything, as you do. found out flash had a broken hand. screamed as quietly as possible. remembered garrison may not be back next season. bawled. was not comforted by the potential for ellerby to finally fucking take that slot that was supposed to be his this year. it's going to be strachan's and robak's going to be in the box and ellerby's going to be in winnipeg or some other shithole. stopped caring.

finished this post. which isn't really very in depth, but it was supposed to be just a slice of canon for people who might not, you know, have any desire to go through 800 of Andrew Shaw's tweets and collect his flirting with some random Panthers prospect no one cares about anymore now that we have Trocheck, so whatever. Checked the NFL draft and was delighted to see we took Don Shula's advice and drafted Tannehill. Reacquired my ability to remember to capitalize somewhere in there, but did not acquire a desire to go back and put capital letters in. You'll all live. Have some boys flirting with each other.

Garrett Wilson, or, Andrew Shaw's First Love: a tale of two twitters )
candesco: keaton ellerby and jason garrison! :D (ellerby!)
Handed in my essays two minutes late but it was fine! My period struck while we were at the first pub and then the cramps from hell struck at the second one. It was a great day, though, because I had cider and good company and then I curled up in bed. The only bad part was some horrible woman waking me up at one in the morning, Jessica. It's cool, I'm going to cuddle her to death tomorrow. SNUGGLES FOREVER.

I don't think I'd really processed how stressed I've been until I sat down at the pub yesterday with my cohort and relaxed. I was aware that I was absolutely out of my mind, so seriously, I apologize for how unhinged I've been. I'm working on a return to sanity and it's really quite nice. I did have a bit of a, um, moment on twitter today while listening to Marek vs. Wyshynski, but if you are capable of hearing someone float the idea of Dale trading for Kane and then them saying, "And you have Patrick Kane shepherding Jonathan Huberdeau along as he enters the league" without going insane on some level, you have more mental fortitude than I do.

Slowly putting together that post about Andrew Shaw and Garrett Wilson. There are distracting things in Panthers land, like playoff series that are both a game away from being won by my teams and Trocheck, my favorite prospect after Markstrom and Huberdeau, signing his ELC! I don't know that he'll actually make the team, but whatever, he's my favorite. If you can look at his smile and not be charmed, you're not human. (He's in Chicago right now, ftr. A healthy scratch, because he JUST got to the Rampage and we're not going to talk about how I squeaked just seeing his name on the scratches list. We're going to go for a picspam instead, which will be slightly less embarrassing.)

Trocheck! And a couple with Brandon Saad, because Pittsburgh bros playing for Saginaw. )

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1. Hahahahahahahahahahaha ohgod. Rick Scott declared we need a west coast counterpart to Florida Institute of Technology and so now we're creating Florida Polytechnic, but he's still making sure the education budget gets slashed by 30% and oh yeah, UF is increasing football and cutting the computer science program. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT FLORIDA, WHY DO I LOVE IT? Oh right because I believe that my vote may one day make a difference and something something hope for the best, cope with the worst.

2. I have been amazingly productive in the five hours I've been awake since my midnight nap. I'm not sure it's going to be enough, but I did just finish my methods essay and I didn't think it was actually going to get FINISHED, I thought I was just going to have to leave in the really bad bits of my "I wrote this while having an anxiety attack" draft to make word count. I am therefore taking a well-deserved break to update this shit.

crazy sleep deprived Panthers/Canucks/baby Panthers/baby Canucks nonsense )

6. We're apparently meeting at a pub as soon as everyone hands in their essays at noon. I love British pub culture, but when I say "we," I mean "the rest of the medievalists." I am crawling into bed with my Kindle Fire, popping over to AO3 and reading the shit out of the lady NHLers fic that people have been posting but I CAN'T READ YET, BECAUSE I NEED TO WORK, and then going to sleep. And then dinner in hall with A because she's very worried that I'm going to starve to death because I've been working through meals. FOOD AND SLEEP ARE FOR THE WEAK.

7. Sanity returns tomorrow. I am sure you're all looking forward to it. Sanity will then depart at midnight local time because game six, but you should be able to get a whole sixteen hours of me being rational and possibly a post about Garrett Wilson and how in love he and Andrew Shaw are, because now that you people are actually aware of and in love with Shaw, you need to know about his first love. Who was everyone's favorite prospect, but now I think most people are more excited about even Trocheck, which, I was the loneliest Trocheck fan for like six months until Wilson started to SUCK and people began realizing how perfect Troch is (other than the whole growing up a Pens fan, but they can't all be Logan Shaw!) ...okay, maybe sanity won't return. WHATEVER. You wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't posting disjointed rambles about the obsession of the week. You'd be worried someone was wearing me as a skinsuit.
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There's nothing I need to say about the video under this cut except holy shit, Kris Versteeg, way to set Uppy up to make Brodeur look STUPID AND OLD. )

sorry you suck, brodeur. :D This was the moment when I knew I could go to sleep, but also there was no way I wasn't staying up even though it meant only five hours of sleep. WHATEVER, I WILL SURVIVE AND MY ESSAYS WILL GET HANDED IN AND TOMORROW I WILL SLEEP FOREVER AND EVER AND IT WILL BE GREAT. And then I'm going to London on Wednesday morning to see my Jessica. :D

all school all playoffs all the time.

(Speaking of the playoffs! Keith Seabrook played for San Antonio against Chicago last night! And he did the only things he's good for, which are setting up a goal for on the powerplay and being on the ice for a goal against. Stay yourself, Brooksie. Stay yourself. Whatever, he's competent as a replacement for Strachan. It's fine.)

ALSO SPEAKING OF THE RAMPAGE AND STRACHAN. Your team may be great, but does their number one defenseman RESCUE PUPPIES FROM UNDER ABANDONED BUILDINGS AND FOSTER THEM/BLACKMAIL OTHER DUDES ON HIS TEAM INTO FOSTERING THEM? I didn't think so. I love our babies. At some point I might go through and find all the pictures they've tweeted of these puppies because they are so cute and it makes me so happy that Strachan is so super into pet adoption/rescue. :D

off to finish these essays so I can edit them oh god oh god going to die/fail miserably.
candesco: keaton ellerby and jason garrison! :D (ellerby!)
1. If Best Bro had gotten rid of New Jersey like I told her to YEARS ago, the Panthers would not have lost so miserably last night. It is all her fault. It is also her fault Ellerby got hurt.

2. ELLERBY GOT TO PLAY IN THE PLAYOFFS. He ended up getting hurt worse than the guy he was in for is -- Garrison's got a chance to play Saturday, Ellerby does not.

3. Ellerby played top four minutes relative to the other D until he was hurt, as he usually does when in the lineup. Everyone still shits on him and says he's barely a bottom pairing guy. Okay, whatever, CLEARLY the coach disagrees with you. But the coach can't make up his mind on if the kid's top four or spare parts, so whatever. (I'm pretty sure the Jovo-Guds pairing has been declared untouchable which is why they keep getting played instead of a Jovo-Ells or Ells-Guds pairing. Also, you can't bench Jovo.)

4. Garrison and Ellerby being injured means Strachan -> Florida, means Seabrook out of the pressbox and onto the ice against Chicago for the Rampage! Hopefully this means he gets in some playoff hockey in Chicago next week and big bro gets to see it. My thing for families let me show you it. (It occurred to me that theoretically, Ellerby could end up anywhere once we do right by him and send him away which means THEORETICALLY Montreal or Phoenix with his cousins and the thought made me die a lot.)

5. Half of my work for my degree is due on Monday. Right now, both of my essays are of failing quality. THIS COULD END HORRIBLY. It'll be fine. I'm going to finish editing my methods section of one and putting in my information into a section of another and edit the shit out of the introductions tonight and then tomorrow is THEORY and fixing all of my citations and the chapters of my option paper and then Sunday is fixing EVERYTHING ELSE and Monday is hand in day oh god oh god oh god. On the bright side, I should be way more sane come Monday evening. HOORAY!
candesco: five hands with fingers touching to make a star shape (star)
Volumes have been written
to explain how they
who murdered you
came to power
and the reason for their crusade
against you.
For you—the truth lay
in black rifle-barrels
in crematorium fires.
None of you died because
of a great virtue
none because of a great sin.
You died because one dies
from exhaustion
you died because guns kill
because gas kills.

They accused you of greed
ordered you
to take off your shirts
before dying.
They extracted your gold teeth
after you died.
candesco: keaton ellerby and jason garrison! :D (ellerby!)

TO HELL WITH THE DEVILS!!! Twice in five months, they've given up 3-0 first period leads (they've had three) that ended in 4-3 regulation victories for the Panthers. OH NEW JERSEY WRENCHES I'M SO SORRY YOU SUCK SO BAD. Oh, wait. No, I'm not!

P.S. Let's all get together tonight for s'mores, tequila, and roasting effigies of Raffi Torres over the campfire while we watch the Flyers destroy the Penguins, yes? BURN IN HELL WITH THE DEVILS, DISGUSTING GINGER. (I still love Shane Doan and wish him everything wonderful in the world, but I will now have to hurl things if the Coyotes win this series. Sorry, bud.)
candesco: keaton ellerby and jason garrison! :D (ellerby!)
"Instead of chirping about it, he went out and did something about it." THAT'S MY WEISSER. What he did, by the way, was score the fastest playoff goal in like twenty years, set a franchise record for fastest goal in the playoffs, become the only Panther ever to score two powerplay goals in a single playoff game, and, oh yeah, lead his team to victory over some shitty New Jersey Devils while embarrassing Fatty Brodeur and all the "Jersey in three!!!" people, which includes you, Paul Maurice. Love hiiiiiim. And you know who else also loves him? Ellerby.


The best fact of last night: the last time the Panthers won a playoff game, the Marlins still hadn't gone to the playoffs. Since then, the Marlins have earned two wild card berths and turned those both into World Series wins. (FUCK THE YANKEES!!!) I'm pretty sure the Marlins are still the only team to never lose a series in the postseason. LOVE THEM.


Yeah, no. No content other than the playoffs. SORRY KIDS, IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. Rowing post will come later this week, though, as it's TRAINING CAMP TIME. (I got out of actually partaking in training camp because of sickness and massive amounts of work due next week, but there are already funny stories coming out of it. Funny stories that will be in the rowing AU for sure.)
candesco: chilperic strangling one of his wives. because fredegund. (killing her harshly)
It's deadline time again! Which means I need stuff to work on when I can't look at my actual work a moment longer. And so!

Give me a prompt and I will write at least five sentences of fic for you.

Fandoms: Once Upon A Time, hockey (anything. I had a momentary lapse of judgement and bet 1000 words of anything at [ profile] sixteenwins; I need to get ready for that. I will seriously write you Mike Richards/David Booth if that's what you for some ungodly reason want -- it'll come complete with me judging the fuck out of you for being gross, but I'll do it), and the usual standbys for the usual suspects.

No promises on how quickly it'll get done because I take forever with this shit -- the thing I'm currently working on for Maja was prompted three months ago. I may get distracted by mpreg (I will always get distracted by mpreg) or by actually doing work. But.

(Seriously, please give me something to think about or I might actually start plotting out what I would do if I were going to write Richards/Booth. I shouldn't ever be surprised at the depths my brain will sink to when an idea is put into it, since [ profile] duia basically raised me, and yet I always am.)
candesco: jacob markstrom behind a jason taylor dummy (jason taylor appreciation life)
So not only is my team in the playoffs, but they won the division for the first time! Last night was also just a really great game from them and it was the note I think everyone wanted them to end on. They played good old fashioned Panther hockey -- kick ass and score some goals while flying high and then shut it down like it's 1995. Jovo and Murph know how we do. I'm kind of insanely confident right now!

I can't stop looking at this gif. Weiss is so proud and happy! Matthias is playing with his hero and getting told he did well! I love them. And I love that, if nothing else, we get at least four extra games this season. And man, all of our holdovers hate DeBoer, except maybe Weiss, and Clemmer has an ax to grind with Jersey. But more than any of that, if one of our D goes down and Ellerby plays? Uh, expect us to get more than a bag of pucks for him in the off-season because he will be motivated like hell against Jersey. I think he hates DeBoer more than Vokoun does and DeBoer is why Vokoun is -- I was going to say in Washington, but nope. He's back in South Florida for the playoffs because of his decaying groin. SUCK IT, VOKOUN!

A and I leveled up in soulmatehood last night/this morning. cut for vomit )

Okay, I'm going to go ... either outline the rowing AU I somewhat accidentally started the other day, contemplate writing things that aren't horribly irrelevant to everyone else's interests, or watch more Friday Night Lights, which I've been meaning to watch for forever. I'm a little mad at it because there was a one-off line early on that seemed to be INSULTING MIAMI FOOTBALL, WHICH IS THE GREATEST FOOTBALL OF ALL, but it's been nice and enjoyable to watch while sick. Probably going to the doctor (again) tomorrow if I can figure out where to go now that it's not term time and I can't just wander over to the college doctor. My life is so hard with this free health care.


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