of calls and flames
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.05.13
Got home at midnight tonight, after spending the evening out with my colleagues.
Was just checking for email from my girlfriend when my pager went off. I spent the next two hours alternating between the computer terminal and—during the bits where I was waiting—the television, where the Flames game was dragging on.