I feel the storm, an old fury

I don't know how regular sports fans do it. Saturday night destroyed me. Two hellish losses. Ugh.

Another hockey night tomorrow. Wish us luck. Please. It's the Devils, and I just can't stand all the New Jersey fans in the stands. Punches may be thrown. I am a sore loser.

Yesterday I didn't leave the house (A tip: those karaoke lists don't type themselves. 800+ songs later, my wrist is still hurting). El Fano helped me preview the karaoke DVDs. We emoted through "Reunited," did steering wheel dance moves for "(You Drive Me) Crazy" and stumbled over Shaggy's "Angel." No drinks and still it was tons o' fun. Magic.

Then Mojito Loco. It had been a while, and the ceviche isn't going to eat itself.

I came home and checked out my MySpace page, which had decided for itself to insert a Sheila Divine video. It's like they knew I was experiencing a new bout of TSD mania. Wow. If you watch it (and you should) stick around for "to make Jane and Dollie cry!" and the ensuing giggles. You'd giggle too, jealous.

I dyed my hair dark, by the way. I think it might stick this time.

Also, work is going to be an amazing, exciting challenge of wonder and horror. So if you don't hear from me until Friday, you know why.