Folger's Cafe Latte Mocha Fusion coffee house beverage mix is no substitute for real coffee, but when you don't have time to run downstairs, it's not half bad.
Ten days into January and it's finally cold enough to warrant hats and gloves. 31 degrees this morning, oh no!
The last two Capitals games I've been to have been fantastic. Both huge wins, goals by the young stars Ovechkin and Semin and others, as well as solid play by the veterans - and last night Donald Brashear got a goal. Donald Brashear! He's like an NHL version of Ryan Priem, Scoring Machine (2 goals in his 4-year BU career)!
The above in English: Donald Brashear does not exist to score goals. He is there to lumber around the ice and slam people into it. He was almost a boxer, but became a hockey player instead. No, I don't know how that happened either.
On walking home from the metro: I may not be much of a runner at the moment, but I challenge anyone to a one-mile dash down crowded city sidewalks. One mile, under twenty minutes. I think that's good. Is that good?
The shitteth has hitteth the fan-eth here at work, so I'm out!
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