yawn

Had a lovely time tonight. Am tired of four years of every time there's a scoring error it's never in my team's favor, but whatever. Seven points of score differential, an error of possibly ten points, but who's to say what would really have happened? Best moment was that the only not-fun, not-classy, revenge hit of the night featured the other team's super-heavy hitter TOTALLY WHIFFING past our jammer and putting herself right under the scoring table, where she had to disentangle herself from the power cords of the scorekeeper/statisticians' computers. And the jammer she was trying to hit and missed never noticed. Somewhat nice. I apparently had my best game in four years, which is a bit bittersweet-- what the fuck was I doing for three years that this is so much more awesome???-- but whatever. Am fairly drunk; Z is passive-aggressively pissed off at me for staying out/drinking so much. Oh well. We've been together over twice as long as i've been doing derby so we're probably fine. I just wish I'd had the guts to stay out even later. We were having a pretty goood time. But I suppose I've had pleny to drink.
At least I don't have to work tomorrow after all.

grah

I am in a mood to write things, thinky things, long rambly things, etc, but I am far, far too scatterbrained to make any of them actually work!! I am totally incoherent. I probably got a good seven hours of sleep or so, but I am so hung-over, and out of practice at being hung-over, ugh. I really was quite drunk last night and am a little worried because I remember drunk-typing, and I'm not sure what-all I was typing.
I am SO out of practice at drinking.

Instead of going to bed in my bed last night I went into the guest bedroom, where the bed has been covered with half-sorted laundry for like six weeks, and just dumped all the laundry onto/into the laundry basket and curled up. I don't know why. I woke up a bit disoriented, I admit. Chita was overjoyed, though; she loves this bed and loves it more when there are people in it. She has snuggled me mercilessly.

So yeah, had a roller derby bout last night which by all accounts was the best I've ever played. I am happy with that, but a little inwardly sad; I've been doing this a very long time now and it's a little sad that it's taken me this long to reach a basic level of competence. But, I will get over the sad and go forth and play more. My major remaining sad is how few bouts there are in this season. At least my team has an away game in May to work towards. We have a bout in two weeks and then that's mostly it for the home season, except some round-robin type tournament things. I just want to skate every day.
I'll probably feel differently once the soreness hits from last night.

Over the years I've sometimes expressed a sort of survivor's guilt; after almost every bout I've ever been in, I've always awoken the next morning with clear, bruise-free limbs, while my teammates all were black and blue.
This morning I awoke hung-over and headachey and nauseated, but not sore, and was feeling a little worried that I'd be the same way again. But then I rolled over and discovered that I have a palm-sized patch of rink rash on my hip/thigh/butt area. It's not just a bruise, it's a friction burn too. I think I even remember when it happened.
I'm sort of psyched. :)

OK I'll stop attempting to make sense now. In a little bit maybe after I've had some coffee I'll maybe go back and see if I wrote anything regrettable on the Internet last night. D-: