After a hell week like this one, it felt nice to play some hockey tonight. I was ready to puch a hole in a wall, but getting on the ice for an hour and a half usually helps massage out the built-up frustration and get me back on an even keel.
I'm headed to France next week. Yes, again. Yes, for work. No, I'm not going to Paris this time. Yes, I secretly enjoy the trips and people. No, there is no French lover... but I'm still looking for a certain latin lover.
After this trip and a drive to Michigan next month, there's nothing planned except a nice vacation at the end of April... to Maui. Damn, I need that vacation!