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I couldn't post on Tuesday trade day. It wasn't the utter sadness which stopped me -- in fact, I didn't get the details until I was already at work.
I simply couldn't put into words how sad I am to see Colby go.
I can't even be hopeful that he'll ever be back, since I have been a hockey fan for long enough to know that it's so rare for that to happen.
I went through the motions for the rest of Tuesday night, watched the third period of Pens/Isles when I got home, then woke up at 4:00 am Wednesday morning with the Garou song "Quand Je Manque de Toi" running through my head. The fic ideas rolled around until I got my family off to work and school, then I had about an hour and a half to myself to write.
I hate the story that came from it. It has no life, no spark.
I hate the trade. I want Colby back where he belongs.
It's Friday, and if anything, I'm sadder than I was Tuesday night.
Adieu, Colby. Bonne chance en Atlanta. Tu seras aimé, même comme tu es aimé ici. Je suis désolée qu'il faut terminer.
I simply couldn't put into words how sad I am to see Colby go.
I can't even be hopeful that he'll ever be back, since I have been a hockey fan for long enough to know that it's so rare for that to happen.
I went through the motions for the rest of Tuesday night, watched the third period of Pens/Isles when I got home, then woke up at 4:00 am Wednesday morning with the Garou song "Quand Je Manque de Toi" running through my head. The fic ideas rolled around until I got my family off to work and school, then I had about an hour and a half to myself to write.
I hate the story that came from it. It has no life, no spark.
I hate the trade. I want Colby back where he belongs.
It's Friday, and if anything, I'm sadder than I was Tuesday night.
Adieu, Colby. Bonne chance en Atlanta. Tu seras aimé, même comme tu es aimé ici. Je suis désolée qu'il faut terminer.
