Screw hockey, I'm going to bed...

Last night marked a monumental decision, and likely one that will mark me as a "Bad Canadian" forever.

I chose sleep over hockey. And it wasn't even close.

What makes my decision even more justifiable? It was 3-2 when I went to sleep (I checked the score online... never even turning on the TV) and it ended 4-3 in OT. Basically, I'd have been watching guys skate around for two hours, and then gone to bed likely pissed off that I didn't go to bed when I knew I should have.

The other side of this, is that this morning as I was getting out of the shower, I realized why people find my anemic sleep habits so odd. I had slept for about 9 hours, and I felt invigorated... refreshed... energetic, even! Turns out I have just gotten used to waking up feeling like a bag of smashed arseholes every morning, so I forgot what I'm supposed to feel like after a good night's sleep. You could likely compare my typical feeling in the morning to a mild hangover... but not today!

You'd think that this would pave the way for a new me... and new pro-sleep approach to life. But you'd be wrong. I'm going to go to the pub after practice tonight, and I'm going to drive up to the cottage late Friday after Sonia and Jason's thing, and I'm going to Player's on Saturday, so I don't foresee much sleep in the next few days.....

But at least I know what I'm missing again, right?