I think most of us just want to go back to sleep perhaps, to completely have nothing better to do than to r & r.
Except that this morning I woke up wanting to die.
I completed season 2 of Private Practice and the season finale, as is turns out, is a massive cliffhanger, which basically leaves people guessing and speculating for 5 months till season 3 starts. Am I dead of dead?
Then Grey's anatomy is 2 episodes away from their season finale. The tricky part is, I can't wait for the next episode which airs 7th May. However, I have 2 papers, 7, 8, and then 12, 15 with the season finale on the 14th. Final paper which is the heaviest in terms of content, on the 21st.
Dead it is.
Besides the doom and gloom of exams and my favourite TV shows abandoning me at the same time, we get news that dudu's season is over.
Thanks to Rio Ferdinand. We all would love to point freakin fingers at that cunt who'll make it back for the Arsenal game (as expected) but dudu won't. It could be said as an accident waiting to happen etc etc. but Ferdinand is an asshole so no logic shall be applied.
Dudu wasn't injury prone when he first arrived. He was slowly being introduced to the English game by the boss. Just when he hits his groove, Martin Taylor decides to go 2 footed, studs out, into his left ankle. And now Eduardo's going to be in and out of injury. It's as though he had just completed his rite of passage into the Arsenal team. Congratulations on being injury prone?
It's times like there you know you have to forgive whatever shit caused the shit to happen but it's difficult to just let it go. Not my place either, Martin Taylor didn't break my ankle. I would have set his house of fire if he did so obviously dudu's the gentleman who doesn't have fiery thoughts. Let's hope dudu has a good shrink too, because psychological battles are just as hard.
Ahem. Like Tomas. From his episodes, I have concluded that he isn't very strong mentally. It's hard to blame him with all the setbacks he faced when he thought he was coming back. These things aren't good on the brains. It's stress and with the thought of your career being over at the back of your head if it doesn't work out doesn't help.
At least he's back in light training and we hope to see him next season. Dudu too.
After Almunia's performance against Man Utd, the Almunia for England shit is starting again.
Seriously.
It's getting very old and I don't see why the boss would want that. He's our dude, and should play for Spain simply because he's Spanish. If he can't, it's bloody freakin okay. Do not need to add pressure plus expose himself to more chances of getting injured.
And because English fans (fans of England) are assholes.
We have Singapore and Chinese Nationals(China people) representing us in table tennis but half the population don't really care if they win or lose. We don't want to stick anything up their whatever. There is no blame.
Ok Portsmouth tonight. I don't know what line-up to expect but I'm craving Vela. Please Arsene.
Labels: Almunia, Eduardo, one of my many theories
A Little Drunken Madness @ 1:22 PM