Life could be better, by being together, that's what I cannot explain to Jane...

Going shopping and to see Brokeback Mountain soon. Only, it's going to make me miss Andy's match and now I'm worried because so far this week -- this year -- he seems to win when I watch him play and lose when I don't so, despite knowing that it's complete crap and he'll play the same whether or not I watch, part of me still wants to stay home and worry over him. A big part. Except *Brokeback Mountain*, showing for the *last time* and also, 'rents wouldn't understand and I'd get odd looks and possibly men in white coats coming to take me away.

Andy, why couldn't you have played last night when I could've watched, no problem? -_- Or, alternatively, why do I worry about such dumb things? Sigh. Look at it this way; I go, he wins, I'll know I was just being crazy. I go, he loses *touch wood*, I'll have serious guilt issues. Maybe need therapy. Or you know, probably not but I *might*.

Go. Just go.

Unrelated note: ... how long has the 'current location' option been there? *blinks*

So, yeah.

How much do I not like tennis anymore? Screw it. I'm going away to become a LotR fan. Or Smallville. Or SGA. Really, anything that does not involve Andy Roddick in any way, shape or form because that was the most unpleasant couple of hours of my life and... and I officially. Don't. Care. Anymore.

No tennis. I'm going to spend the next three weeks writing coursework and catching up on emails and really, if I never see anything tennis related again, it wouldn't be long enough.

And if my father makes one more dumbass comment, I'm going back to Lancaster and staying there.