bottoms up

I just got a ride home in a 1966 Barracuda. The last of the bubble back windows. It was a pretty sweet ride, albeit only a 12 block ride. Whatever, I'll take it.

After work, Rich came over to watch the dreadful hockey game and then we met up with his wife for a fundraising thing at the Whip where drinking helped her friend ride for cancer. I only helped a little; I could only get two pints of the cask beer before it ran out, and since I'd had a few during the dreadful, dreadful hockey game I felt I did as much as I could. I guess it might have seemed strange that I arrived at a bar with a married man, but those people didn't go to library school. Oh, I did speak with someone who has a brother-in-law who is well-versed in patents; I need to know about patents for a job I'm applying to this week. Will we speak? Doubtful.

Did I mention the hockey game was dreadful? Because it was. DREADFUL. People always assume that, because I like Chicago The City so much that I would naturally also like Chicago The Sports Teams. This is not the case. I do not want Chicago The Sports Team For Hockey to win. I want them to get what's coming to them: a big knuckle sandwich to the groin that makes them lose the next two games. My life would be greatly improved if they'd just stop paying off the refs to call shit penalties on the Canucks and actually lose games like they should.

Drinking makes me want to eat something as a pre-emptive strike to any possible hangover, so I decided to eat a couple of TimTams. Just an FYI: you can buy TimTams at London Drugs downtown for a relatively affordable price. Though only affordable if you don't get drunk and decide to eat four or five at a time. I have bacon in the freezer and would love more than anything to eat hot, crispy bacon, but the defrosting makes me just want to go to bed and sleep.

I probably should get to sleep anyway. I've got a class to teach tomorrow, a 1.5 hour CyberSunday that I've not timed out and might have to teach completely alone (people need an email address, but often know so little about computers that they don't realise that they need an email address. Sigh), though hopefully someone will be around to sign people up for email addresses while I teach the bulk of it. I must remind myself that it's good experience to develop a course, but the actual teaching as a cold run is daunting.

That Heart song is playing in my head over and over. Awesome, like the car.