Just got back from an hour and a half of hockey. I thought it was only gonna be an hour, but they instead rented for 90 minutes. Not that I'm complaining, though... I had a LOT of fun! Sure, I let in my fair share of goals (I think about 8, which for rat hockey is pretty good), but the guys were really supportive and I had quite a few impressive saves. The other goalie who showed up was an impressive brick wall, but seeing how I've only been playing for three months I'd have to say I'm doing pretty damn good.

These late-night hockey sessions remind me of IM hockey at Yost. 12:15am games followed by Bells Pizza in the basement of 505. I had a class in 5 hours, but I didn't care 'cause I could always just go back home and nap. I knew I'd grow up eventually, but it never occured to me that I wouldn't grow out of late-night hockey.

Janine's already snuggled up in bed, and I'll join her tout suite. I usually need a little time to unwind after I get home from hockey - it's hard to get all pumped with adrenaline for nearly two hours and then fall asleep at the drop of a hat.