Thursday, October 9, 2008

Hockey is Finally Back

The clock continues to tick the moments by, and the realization that every second that passes carries the arrival for of four A.M. even closer make each one seem wasted. Common sense tells me I should be sleeping, but that’s simply not an option. I no longer experience these nights with any reliable frequency. Stability and happiness can have that affect, and I much prefer my current state, but I will admit that I sometimes miss these nights. I’m unsure if it’s from a genuine longing or pure nostalgia, but the desire is there. Granted, this insomnia is generally the result of what I perceive to be justifiable apprehension in preparation for a presumptive devastating catastrophe related to a girl that is unknowingly causing me such distress. But, tonight, well, this is entirely different. Tonight I am not plagued with worry, regret or sadness, but excitement. Only 15 hours separates the present from the future that I’ve been waiting for since June 5th. At 7:30 tonight rubber will meet ice and the hockey season will have begun. Arguably the season started on Saturday, considering the first regular season game was played that afternoon, and three more games have been played since, but for me the season doesn’t really start until the first Detroit Red Wings game has started. In addition, the four games that have been played thus far were played in fucking Europe, a fact even more tenable to uphold that the season hasn’t really begun. I am the proverbial schoolgirl, having recently attained the knowledge that my genitals are capable of achieving complete control over the opposite sex and giddy with anticipation of the consequent enjoyment that I’ll receive from causing havoc by practicing this dominion.

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