Monotony (in my life, not my writing)...

Today's the day when the monotony of school work finally got to me. I think I spent three hours today reading books, and not nice little works of fiction, either. Ah well, only 12 more weeks until grad. Not that anyone's counting.

By the way, I know it's not actually 12 weeks until April 28, just in case someone was quick enough on the math skills to catch that. It's just that there are 12 more weeks of school, then a week of exams (of which I have one, which brings my total final exam count to, well, one, in two semesters). I don't count exam week, though--it's sort of like the encore at a rock show. Not sure where that analogy's going, so let's just halt there, shall we?

Took in the NHL skills competition tonight as well. As a true Canadian hockey fan, I tuned in for the whole thing, from fastest skater to hardest shot. And yes, I enjoyed it immensely. I guess it's the kid in me; that, or it's the guy who still secretly harbours a dream, as any kid who's ever played hockey at any level, to one day play in the NHL. It's sad when most of the guys at the game are younger than you; that's when you really start to feel like maybe it's time to put that dream on the shelf. Ah, who am I kidding? As long as there is hockey, I will dream of playing it.

I can tell you one thing about pro hockey players, though: they are stinking talented. Around the rink in 14 seconds? Not bad. Shooting a puck at 100 miles/hour. Pretty good. Yes, they're paid too much; yes, they're mostly just big fat whiners. But man, for anyone who's ever played the game (and several of those who haven't), it's a pleasure to watch.

Anyway. I also downloaded and watched the second episode of what is becoming my new favourite TV show, Little Mosque on the Prairie. I know, I know--a CBC show that ranks up there in my favourites. What is the world coming to? Are you telling me that Canadian entertainment can actually be, well, entertaining? Perish the thought! Next you're going to tell me that a Canadian won an Oscar for best screenplay last year and is nominated again this year. Pish posh!

There is one jarring thing about the series, though: the guy who plays Morris (Chloe's significant other) on 24 is the main character of this one. Talk about two very different roles. But hey, it makes you appreciate his range as an actor, no?

Back to the show--it's really funny. And it's not funny simply because I happen to live in a small prairie town at this moment in time, but because it's genuinely well-written. It's an interesting tale of Muslim-Christian co-existence as well. There are so many things about the show that I want to talk about, but I'll have to save them for some other time.

That said, it's late, and, as I've mentioned before, the alarm rings at an inhumane time on Wednesday mornings, so I will sign off. Thanks, as always, for reading. See you tomorrow.