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Tiredtiredtired. I think I might sleep all day Wednesday because mmmm, sleeping and not getting up early and just not having to think about doing *anything*, bliss. This? Has been the insanest of months. Last month. Few weeks.

Yeah, whatever. I shouldn't have to make sense when I've had to get up early.

Need to call hotel to let them know we'll be late. Need to pack... stuff. Need to poke wolves8 for her postcode so we can find her house. Need to do a lot of things and none of them involve going back to sleep on my very tempting bed. So. Damn. Tempting.

I feel like I'm kind of missing things in the tennis slash fandom right now with not being here and aside from not knowing whether that's a good thing or not, I do feel a little guilty that I'm not here to stick my nose into everything. ;) Try not to go 'splodey for me to come back too? Though, I've cast my vote, so to speak, so there's not a lot else I could do if I was here. *shrugs*

So, in a few hours I shall be off to eventually end up at Wimbledon tomorrow. Slightly more organised than last year I think, though we haven't done it yet. I'll let you know how it goes. Hell, I might actually *use* my quota of phone posts for July at this rate. (My Cardiff ones have been backdated to May 30th and June 1st to stop them screwing with my journal layout, because backdating is easier than me working out how to fix it.)

If you happen to be watching Wimbledon tomorrow, look out for us on court one. :) We'll wave. Wimbledon yay!

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You complete and utter cocksuckers, you've put both Murray and Roger on Centre! You've given us *Hewitt*! You utter, freaking BASTARDS.

*does an enraged dance of Wimbledon Are Fucking Bastards*