27 October 2008
I will openly admit that I had a fantastic holiday weekend to my university for an alumni event. But alas it was all brought down to a crashing halt when Chelsea didn’t perform as well as I wished they would or knew they could against Liverpool. (Many tissues were used and scotch consumed in my depressive circumstances last evening.) Fair warning, Monday hangovers are much worse than those of thirsty Thursdays or weekend adventures. There’s so little time to recuperate.
At first I was angry, but then I resorted to my normal behavioral pattern. I’m a huge aficionada of denial. It’s how I cope with difficult situations. So I’m avoiding everything involving the game yesterday. I’ll be sticking to snarky, cruel comments about everyone and everything else on the planet. I’m not totally broken.