Current mood: sad about hockey players

Kings put Mike Richards on waivers

I've been puttering around the house today, doing all the things like laundry and vacuuming that I won't be able to do if the power goes out. A few hours ago I had a fic-thought.

"I've been thinking about retiring," Mike said.

Jeff almost choked on his beer, and turned so that he could give Mike hell for it. ”The fuck you are," he said once he could breathe. As soon as he saw Mike's face though, he knew it wasn't a joke. He wasn't even looking at Jeff for a reaction.

But I thought - like I did a million years ago with a Fall Out Boy future fic idea - nah, I can't write that story. Don't want to jinx anything. It's not even set now! It's set after their contracts expire! Boooooo.

There's other stuff that I've been meaning to post - a few more thoughts about Scorpion, and I finally watched the rest of Lewis, but. Booooooooooooooo. *raspberry*

I don't even care how unreasonable it is to blame the Flyers for those contracts, but I'm going to focus all my grumpiness in that direction.