Dear diary.

Well. Here I am. Saturday now. And yes, the mighty Arsenal legend Thierry Henry is definitely leaving my beloved football club. And yes I did slope off for a moody in the pit at 10 pm last night and not come out until an hour ago. It is rather upsetting, even though it has been on the cards for some time and Thierry is 29 and we managed so well after Vieira blahdeblahdeblah..... The man is a genius, and so much more than an excellent player, a massive part of my club's identity. But, alas, the time has come for my favourite little Frenchman to leave for new ground and I am just praying that Wenger (who damn well better flippin stay put now), spends the cash immediately and wisely, prefferably at least on one big name to raise our flat spirits and strengthen our worrying weak spots in the squad.

Sod it. I'm still tired from the pills I'm taking and this feels a little soon to put the cheery head on and start going through the positive posibilities and so on which I tried to do last night, so I'll leave banging on about it at all for a bit. Think a bit more time in bed is calling me, I can hear it. Good afternoon!

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