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First time all week I fully intend to do work... and the university intranet I need to get my work off is down. I could be smirking right now, though I wanted to do work, really.

I could also be smirking because in a couple of hours I'll be back in Lancaster with fast, wonderful internet and free from the 'rents asking annoying questions, like "Have you done enough work this week?" Plus I left my room clean and tidy, which my room at home so isn't right now. Solved the problem of cleaning your room; just have a collection of them! Every time one gets too messy, move onto the next one. I should patent it.

The stress of the Roger match is getting to me, because I won't get to see the end. Not amused at the stress of *two* tiebreakers Roger. I was pleased to see Santoro winning in the doubles though. I *like* Santoro, regardless of the deeply ingrained British feud with the French. Centuries of a habit for blaming the people across the Channel for everything from nuclear winter to the milk going sour is hard to break. ;-) I find something very likeable about Santoro though, so it's good to see him winning.

Need to pack. -_- Need sleep more -- thanks to certain dumb cats who shall-not-be-named, I got about four and a half hours sleep. Should've let the brat freeze his paws off, damn him.

Back later, if the internet works as it should. I can only hope.

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My commentators in response to Roger yelling at Nalbandian across the court:

"...this is good stuff!"

Mmmmmm. Drama. I hart it muchly. :D

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Um. There's really nothing I can find to say, especially since I missed the last two sets so I don't know what happened.

That has to be the most fittingly disappointing end to a hugely disappointing second half of the second. Most fitting ever.

And now I can't even say I don't like David Nalbandian without it seeming a petty thing because he beat Roger, but I'm being honest when I say I didn't like him before that. Just listening to the commentators, even when they were being nice about him, and Roger's reaction to him and just... I don't like, at all.

So there. My not-intentionally-petty-moment-that-actually-sounds-kinda-petty. I'm going to go and watch more Long Way Round and ponder possible bunnies that arise from this.

I knew making a Roger 'best of you' icon was going to come back and bite me in the ass. -_-

edit: Also, my new Andy 'Don't Panic' icon keeps getting replaced by miscellaneous icons from god-knows-who. It's irritating, especially when they aren't even pretty. Damn you LJ! If you want to replace my icons, steal some pretty ones for me!

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Mmm. MMMMMMMMMMM. I don't know how much my utter crankiness has been apparent over the last few days but I've been *really* irritated with everything. Reading my f-list, listening to people, with my internet, I'm amazed I haven't committed murder out of sheer annoyance in the last few days. And then I got back to Lancaster today, waved off the 'rents, had a cup of coffee and... bliss. This is my happy place. I have plenty of food, I have fic to write, stuff to do, a trip to Cardiff to look forward to in a few weeks... Happy. Place. I'm now mortified over anything I may have said or done over the last few days that might've pissed people off. I gravel grovel at your feet.

I meant that grovelling remark more seriously than it came out. Hhmm.

But! The sudden realisation that I have been filled with bitter snark for the last few days had made me realise that I shouldn't let things get to me so much. I mean, people using totally innocent smiley faces has pissed me off more than once in the last few days. How insane is that?

But, before I become quiet and unobtrusive and accepting of everything, I'm still sorry Roger lost. Yes, I too get the urge to hang him upside-down by his ankles sometimes and throw wet sponges at him until he agrees to stop winning so many damn matches but... *record*. *Masters Cup*. Be honest. Who had the year that made them the most deserving to be crowned 'Master' at the end?

Though, he probably didn't need another car. Or another trophy. And maybe this will shut the commentators up a little, not that mine actually spend all that much time *just* kissing Roger's ass -- still a little too much time though, yes -- and give them a little perspective. But, and I've used that word far too much in this entry, but, I'm still sticking by my boring little Swiss, no matter how much his ego was starting to stick when he walked through doorways. He does try. Can you imagine if say, Lleyton could play like Roger, or if it was Ljubicic who'd won five out of the last eight Grand Slams? I'd probably have stopped watching tennis.

Have a horrible day tomorrow, mainly because I didn't do any work this last week and I need to spend tomorrow catching up inbetween seminars. If I have to write "New paragraphs need indenting or an extra line break between them" on *one* more creative writing piece, I will cry. These are second year creative writing students; if they don't understand the basics of paragraphing, who does?

Again, sorry if I've been cranky these last few days. I'm now worried what it's going to be like being at home for a month over Christmas. o_O Maybe I should ban myself from LJ.

Night!