Slackers, myself included

I am in a bit of a mood right now. I'm out of cereal, and as is typical in group situations, the first hour of my late morning (late because I was at practice until 2:15 last night) has just been spent picking up someone else's slack. And perhaps this is my fault for not explaining properly what we needed, but other group members did a fantastic job, and its too late to say something (not to mention the fact that I had already said something yesterday!). So The Weakerthans console me (btw, if anyone is interested in sending me some cds, I have a few requests...), and frankly, I shouldn't even be writing this. I am currently just as bad, being a slacker, except in this case I pick up my own slack, so its really not so bad.

I am deliciously sore today, my random hockey muscles aching. I am already planning post-run push-ups for Wednesday, having fallen into a nice little exercise schedule. A run between practices during the week, and another on the weekend if I don't play a game. This weekend I am playing at least one, maybe two, so it won't be necessary. Mmm, abdominal muscles.

The point is... well there was no point. This post is meaningless. Still no luck on solving my Saturday Mystery. I am tentatively planning a Christmas trip to the sun. I am thinking that I should maybe get my act together and head out to meet my group, seeing as how getting my act together takes longer and longer these days. Something about Oxford has turned me spastic. Not to mention the fact that I need to get all my stuff together so I can not be a slacker after Stat today... although how much I will actually get done in the two hours between Stat and coming back up here to drop my stuff and turn right back around, including the fact that I want to go to the grocery store as well... well, we'll see how well I do. Off to another long Oxford day, at least the sun is shining at the moment!