Yep. We won.

Yep. We won. Arsenal
won. 3 goals to nil at home against Watford. Great game of football.

I had to damn
near drag myself out of the pit this morning. No hang over. Just a great fit of
the grumps. A sweet friend died yesterday. This morning I missed an important
meeting. One whole hour late and for no apparent reason. I dragged my heavy
heels away from the house and got the text when 30 seconds away. Bored waiting.
Gone. Dragged weary teary Arse over to the Arse. Grinned and bared the journey
got happy at the ground and then we won so I hit a high and I saw a special
friend and then I had to go home.. FUCK knows I don't but I've fallen into a
pit. I'm lonely. I'm lost. I'm a winner I'm a sinner I'm tired I'm wired I'm
bored ignored Thierry Henry scored blah de blah de ha.

If even Gary Lineker's warm little honey
toned voice can't drag me out of Shitsville then I think I'd best mooch back off
to the pit. Night.