Old dog. New tricks.

Well, apparently my career as a lush has ended. Or maybe Monday is just sobriety night. Anyhow, I set both a drink limit and a curfew for myself and followed them both. Some days it is no fun being a grown up and having to worry about rent and jobs and bills and more bills.

Sigh.

Anyhow. Enough sighing. Hockey playoffs. Meeting a bunch of girls from work at the bar to watch the game. We've had a long enough hockey drought around here. I seriously wish I could find a picture of Braydon Coburn's face. I love hockey. And some day, I bet BabyStar repays me for that in full.