Go... uh, Sox
Does anyone else see a solid gray box sitting on top of the bottom of my last post, so you can't actually read the end of the post? It was there last week, and is still there. The only way for me, at least, to view the whole post is to click on the title and view it on its own page. So anyone, please tell me if you see it.
Sorry to bore you, but, um... the Red Sox are ahead in game 7 of the ALCS. A whole new level of anxiety and obsession will be part of my world if they win this and go onto the World Series. Of course I would love to see them wrap this up, and they're close to doing it. Having said that, I find myself already empathizing with Cleveland, who deserve to go to the World Series every bit as much as the Red Sox.
If they lose, they will have to endure the almost certain madness that will erupt in Boston, both in and out of Fenway Park, drunk and obnoxious fans, just fucking noise and mayhem. Yeah, I know they're making plenty of money and all that. But honestly, I look at these guys and can see my nephews in them, and yeah, missing out on a chance to go to Series is just going to SUCK SHIT, I don't care how much money you make.
Today I've been sad, so I'm thankful for this game. Yesterday I went to a wedding, actually, it was up near Boston. I drove up with Yankees fans, so we didn't listen to the game on the way home. I did watch the end of it at home with my favorite company. I had barely slept the night before the wedding, and started drinking at around 3:00 pm, and had my last drink around 8:00. Didn't get drunk, but between the steady drinks and lack of sleep, my energy level and focus was - weird - by the time I got home.
Long story short - two very tired people, nonetheless insisting on having an all-night marathon with naps in between... and when he had to leave in the late morning, I just wanted... more. I mean I wanted coffee and to take a shower and go to the flea market and make dinner together. But instead I had to say goodbye, feeling like we had a lot of physical contact, but needing more "normal" contact - cooking, eating, talking.
There was no way around it. And I just felt sad. Weird, nagging, worrisome thoughts have been creeping in and out throughout the day. I feel clingy and at the same time like curling into a little shell. Thinking about returning to work tomorrow is causing me anxiety, too, which is a little strange. I think I'm back on the "thinking about quitting" tack.
The Red Sox are murdering Cleveland right now, and it's not making me happy. I want them to win, but I honestly kind of hate it when a team gets destroyed. For Cleveland's sake, I hope they score a bunch - well, at least a few - when it's their turn. Christ, it's now 11-2, bottom of the eighth. No more quasi-blogging about the Red Sox, I promise.
It's over, obvs they won. I'm crying and I don't know why, not happy tears. I'm sad today, like I said.
Sorry to bore you, but, um... the Red Sox are ahead in game 7 of the ALCS. A whole new level of anxiety and obsession will be part of my world if they win this and go onto the World Series. Of course I would love to see them wrap this up, and they're close to doing it. Having said that, I find myself already empathizing with Cleveland, who deserve to go to the World Series every bit as much as the Red Sox.
If they lose, they will have to endure the almost certain madness that will erupt in Boston, both in and out of Fenway Park, drunk and obnoxious fans, just fucking noise and mayhem. Yeah, I know they're making plenty of money and all that. But honestly, I look at these guys and can see my nephews in them, and yeah, missing out on a chance to go to Series is just going to SUCK SHIT, I don't care how much money you make.
Today I've been sad, so I'm thankful for this game. Yesterday I went to a wedding, actually, it was up near Boston. I drove up with Yankees fans, so we didn't listen to the game on the way home. I did watch the end of it at home with my favorite company. I had barely slept the night before the wedding, and started drinking at around 3:00 pm, and had my last drink around 8:00. Didn't get drunk, but between the steady drinks and lack of sleep, my energy level and focus was - weird - by the time I got home.
Long story short - two very tired people, nonetheless insisting on having an all-night marathon with naps in between... and when he had to leave in the late morning, I just wanted... more. I mean I wanted coffee and to take a shower and go to the flea market and make dinner together. But instead I had to say goodbye, feeling like we had a lot of physical contact, but needing more "normal" contact - cooking, eating, talking.
There was no way around it. And I just felt sad. Weird, nagging, worrisome thoughts have been creeping in and out throughout the day. I feel clingy and at the same time like curling into a little shell. Thinking about returning to work tomorrow is causing me anxiety, too, which is a little strange. I think I'm back on the "thinking about quitting" tack.
The Red Sox are murdering Cleveland right now, and it's not making me happy. I want them to win, but I honestly kind of hate it when a team gets destroyed. For Cleveland's sake, I hope they score a bunch - well, at least a few - when it's their turn. Christ, it's now 11-2, bottom of the eighth. No more quasi-blogging about the Red Sox, I promise.
It's over, obvs they won. I'm crying and I don't know why, not happy tears. I'm sad today, like I said.
posted by Black Egg at 11:09 PM
3 Comments:
funny how such highs are followed by such lows... fucking monday is here already... good luck for the week.
I don't see any gray bar on my end. Hope your week is going well.
Well, I guess the post above this describes my week, not much more I can say about that. Thank you both for checking in, nonetheless.
I'm glad the gray box isn't visible, it still shows up on my end.
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