of calls and flames
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a 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.