oog.

Nice preview of summer today. It's about 85 and humid. I did not, I am happy to say, get dehydrated. I did overheat to the pounding-headache-and-nausea stage, but before I could do anything really stupid, my leg started complaining so I had to sit out for a bit anyways.

So, what deeply pisses me off about the leg injury, above and beyond the obvious results, is that I missed all of the spring, which is one of the best times for me, climatologically speaking. And on top of that, as the weather warms up, my body would ordinarily get at least a little accustomed to the heat, and my stamina would be improving, blah blah blah. Instead, now, I'm plunging in to hot weather after losing what condition I had. If I had to have a major injury, why the fucking fuck couldn't have been during the summer?

Snert.

I haven't been paying much attention to hockey this year, what with recent events (and with Hasek and Bourque both retired, I haven't found a new love yet). So I was more than a bit stonkered to learn that the Cup finals are going to be: *drum roll...*

Calgary OR San Jose, vs. Philadelphia OR Tampa Bay.

I think I speak for us all when I say, WTF?

I passed this data on to Steve, and his comment was "It's the Who Cares Cup!" That about sums it up. Actually, I do care a tiny bit: Anyone but the Flyers. Possibly it is silly for me to carry a grudge about the Broad Street Bullies who were a going concern when I was a lump in my momma's tummy, but there it is.

holeeee shit.

I felt all virtuous for getting Tea & Sympathy's all-vegetarian lentil casserole for dinner. (Instead of, y'know, Welsh Rarebit or something else horrendously bad for you.) I had not the least realization that two cups of lentils is something on the order of 450 calories.

Edit: Why is the "shocked" icon smiling? I don't know about them but I'm not usually smiling when I'm shocked by something.