>:-|

0-2 to Youzhny.

Andy, don't you DARE lose to a guy whose name I can't even spell. Don't you dare.

EDIT: Oh god he's about to lose the first set. OhshitAndy. You're supposed to be facing Roger in the finals, don't you *dare* do this.

EDIT: YEARS OFF MY LIFE HERE RODDICK.

*clings to her coffee mug* One game, just one more game dammit...

EDIT: Jesus. Who else wants to fly to Cincinnati and give Andy a good kick for that horrible hour and half? -_-

*whimpers*

I get one semi-final live, and one delayed until tomorrow morning. Andy's is going to be the delayed one, I know. Not that I'd be home to watch it, since I'm going to my uncle's for a barbeque. I'm planning on comandeering his computer for livescores though. *nods* Otherwise I may break something from the stress of not *knowing*. Especially since Andy has - at times - been really impressive this week and if he just lays off the stupid pills for *one* day, he has a chance.

I'd give anything for him to beat Lleyton. I want my Andy/Roger final. *sighs*

Working on Halo. I have pretty much no idea how long it's going to end up - could be 15,000 words, could be 50,000 though god I hope not so not saying anything about when it'll be done. Working on it though. I want all that fic scoobydumblonde keeps teasing me with. >_<

Got a letter from Lancaster today and they've actually allocated me the right room, in the right block and everything. I was impressed, since they often aren't the brightest crayons in the box. Plus I found out Thursday that two friends from high school are going to be there next year, so all is good. ^__^ Lancaster should be paying me for recruiting new students.

Okay, coffee and then fic.

Clo

Damn Roger.

I threatened to break his fingers if he lost. Quietly and under my breath since I had small cousins leaning over my shoulder demanding to know what the matter was but I was so mad when he lost the first set. If Andy does that to me...

... dire things. Dire indeed.

And now back to working on fic and waiting for Andy's match to start. 'spose it's too much to ask that Lleyton's stomach bug flares up again. *sighs* Not that I'd wish that on anyone but... okay, the having of faith in Andy starts here. He can win this. He *can*.

Now. Fic.

Clo