It's 19.09 (*beep*) and the workday is winding down, one hour to go. Track & field on the telly. Shitty excuse for sports. If it ain't two teams and one ball of some kind then it's not a proper sport.Aaaaanyway... I have a problem. Two days 'til the GAIS-train rolls towards Henkeborg and I still feel a bit ill. Can't have that. At the moment it's held at bay by a twice-daily dose of Fernet Branca but tomorrow is a 17 hour workday and that can be the last drop that makes it blossom to a full scale virus invasion of the immune-system.
So I need all fingers to be crossed. All breaths to be held. All gods to be spoken to. And don't forget the dark lords either, I'm taking no chances.
If all goes well I'll be there, even if I have to over-medicate myself compleatly on Fernet. And you'll get some drunken live-blog-entries come sunday. One can only hope...
/TSO
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keep fighting the good fight my dear, you gotta get to the game!
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