Heartbreak. Fucking heartbreak. If you can break your heart over soccer. Well, it's my heart, I can break it over whatever I want to.

Brøndby lost the big game. To a goal 2 minutes into overtime. If we had won we would have been champions. Now the chances are almost none. FC Copenhagen will have to lose their game in the last round and we will have to win ours. It would take something close to a miracle for that to happen. Last game is on Sunday. I will personally send a shiny danish 25 øre coin to all of you if we win the championship. This I promise. Of course you'll have to pay postage and shipping. But still it's a lot better than what I'll do to you all if we don't win...

Oh well. The world is a stage and we are merely fish fodder for the gods.

It's a good thing I have Skye and her colourful bunny. Otherwise I might have had to be upset.

Hey, my site is still remembered a little. Long live the memories of dailysp. I used to be somebody.

I'm not a violent man (cue fawlty tower costumer screaming "yes you are" from beneath the counter) but would you mind if I slapped Don Ø around a little? Just to get that smug smile off of his face.

I hurt my back too of course. Maybe I can stay home in bed tomorrow. Wouldn't that be nice. Work today was fairly uneventful. Old man Anker came in. Haven't seen him in ages. He's turning 60 soon. If he lives that long.

It rained today. Isn't it always the way? As soon as you start to paint your barn it starts raining. Typical.

I guess that's it. I have to go fight off the depression. And back injury. I will try not to think of it. Worse things happen at sea. And in Iraq. And so on. Let's look at some nice green unoriginal waterdrop pictures instead. Ain't nuttin wrong with dat.

Exit.

np: nothing