Could someone please explain to Zeus that appropriate places for old doggies to snooze include the following:

• His very special small doggie bed that only fits him
• The communal doggie beds that fit him, along with everyone else
• The crate in the kitchen that he's so very fond of
• Either of the two couches
• The futon behind me

And while you're at it, could you also explain to him that the inside of Andrea's hockey bag, though it is currently on top of the futon, is actually not on that list? Thanks!

Saw Bad Santa the other day with Annette. It was so damn funny, dare I say it was Annette-smacking funny. We sat in the back, 2 of the 5 folks in the theater, laughing our asses off, despite the stunned silence/occasional titters of laughter from the other 3 theater-goers in the room.

I got the call!
The good news? I was asked to sub in for Blue, the highest division in the women's league. I would, of course, love to do it, for the opportunity to make an ass of myself in front of a new group of ladies, if nothing else. However...

The bad news? They're playing the Seals. I'll be there already, making an ass of myself in front of a team who already knows what to expect from me.

But still, I got the call! Here's to the call!

The paper, while not quite finished, is much closer. The parts that are finished are really quite good, or at least close enough to really quite good that I'm happy with it. Need to revisit the middle part but progress is progress.

In the meantime, I am so very tired, unable to sleep more than a few hours a night, utterly devoid of time to engage in supplemental napping. Soon, I'll be caught up, able to spend more time resting. I hope.

I'm still in the throes of writing for school, trying to wrap up final edits to both my personal essay and a longer conference paper on Alice Sebold's books. Right now, I'm surfing the web, reading other reviews and works on these books. Now that I'm so intimately connected with both of them, now that my copies are dog-eared and well-loved, I am offended at the people who write about these books without checking their facts. I'm taking it personally when they get a date range wrong, summarize too freely or belittle anything that the narrator does in any way.

I admit that it's a little weird, but I also think it's good. It means I care, that what I'm writing will at least be accurate, if not good and that I'm very interested in what I'm writing.

On my way to turn in one of two portfolios I have due over the next week. With 55 pages in have, I'm on my way to an A. Woo!

Played two games back to back yesterday, first my maroon team, which I'm starting to adore, and then with the Seals. We lost both games but I (and my shoulder) felt okay. I did some fancy moves like skating backwards with the puck a lot along with not too many stupid moves. It was nice to be back on the ice. I even had enough energy left to help coach Andrea's practice an hour after the second game. That was fun, too.

Finally, hockey is fun again. Woo!