.- quantum uncertainty -.

Test went okay. I hate articles. I don't understand why there needs to be 397502 words for "the". But it still went okay.

Hockey. There is NHL hockey on my TV for the first time in over a year. It makes me very happy. But there are 82 matches in a season and only 22 episodes of Lost a season. Lost beats hockey. Well, first-run Lost, anyways.

Hattrick. I won my cup match by the skin of my nose and this means that next week, I get to play a friend of mine, I, whom I've met several times and is a very nice person. She's also sort of my boss when it comes to other things in the game, so that's just amusing. It's a seeded thing, so the best team left plays the worst team left, and we're both somewhere in the middle. It'll be fun!

And OMG, I just saw José Theodore in a Ford commercial. Long live French television, eh? DAMN, that boy is fine. <wipes drool from chin>

Lost in 13 minutes, now. Stay tuned at 10pm for my Lost reactions, and don't forget to check out flight815islost for Lost stuff, too. (I'll be making a post there later on, which will be more detailed than the one here.)

Ten minutes. Squee!

(I need to make an icon that incorporates Lost, hockey, Hattrick and Italian.)

I really didn't think my day could get all that much worse after I woke up, was annoyed, cranky, PMSing and then had to take a cab to work.

I was wrong.

( Work. )

( Work & JB. )

( Work, Part II. Or III, if you're picky. )

( Commuting home and Hattrick. )

And then I watched TV while writing this entry, but I watched more TV than I wrote, because I started this at like, 1am, and it's nearly 3, and it doesn't normally take me this long to write an entry of this length. Which I'm going to add cuts to, now, because ayoy, it was a lot longer than I thought it was going to be.

Soon: requested icons.

Later: bed.