A short list of irritable miscellany

In a perfect world, this post would detail a triumphant Sens victory on Friday night, instead of a heartbreaking overtime loss and a humbling post-game bout of taunts from smug non-believers.

In a perfect world, I'd have scored prime Radiohead tickets easily in yesterday's scramble, instead of stubbornly re-trying every time the "no tickets available screen" came up. I've since resorted to grovelling for scraps on craigslist. (Related: should any readers have tickets they'd like to rid themselves of, I'm emotional and willing to pay).

In a perfect world, our doorknob would still be intact, and we'd be able to enter and exit our apartment without fear of the walls crashing down. Come to think of it, our toilet would also work consistently, our shower wouldn't leak, the elements of our stove would all turn on and our fridge would have a bottom shelf instead of a refashioned slap of linoleum.

In a perfect world, assholes in a Camaro wouldn't throw a freakin' egg at my car -- while I'm standing right there -- on Dovercourt. Who does that?

Cripes. No wonder I fell asleep at 9:00 last night.