Dammit. -_-

I'm going to have to go to bed if I want to get up for the Roddick-Hewitt match tomorrow (8:30am our time!) I was hoping to finish some reaction-to-Roger-losing-slash tonight, but obviously not. It'll be done tomorrow, hopefully along with more ficlets.

I only have the first two and a half sets of Roger's match taped. *sighs* Guess I'll be watching the highlights shows all weekend then.

Replies to comments and stuff will all be done tomorrow when I'm awake and organised. The train journey home was fantastic by the way, everything on time and even early. I love travelling by train. ^_^ The first half of this slash fic was written then. One day I'll travel all the way from London to Edinburgh or something and write a novel - okay, a short novella - en route. It'll be fantastic. :D

Right, to bed. I'm hardly nervous for Andy's match... after the shock of Roger's I think I'm all nerved-out. That doesn't mean I won't be screaming at the TV for him to win though.

Until tomorrow... later today... um... something. It's gone 1am; my brain has ceased to function. Let me be confused. :)

Clo

I will beg.

I am willing to offer anything, ANYTHING in return for a certain picture of Roger - at the end of the Federer/Safin match yesterday, Roger fell didn't he? If ANYONE has a picture of it - because I can't find one - then I would be eternally grateful and make icons or write drabbles or *anything*.

Failing that could someone who saw it please tell me how he landed? On his side, on his knees or what? (This is fic related, I'm not just obsessed. Really.)

Oh and Andy? I'm not speaking to you. Why? Because you're an idiot. 'nuff said.

*/end of begging post.*