Madness in Rome
Absolute utter madness. I'm so angry at myself for picking poorly in my Rome bracket and 95 percent of my picks went the other way.
ARGH!
I want to line up Berdych, Granollers, Andreev, Querrey, Bolelli, Almagro, and Benneteau and grab my stamp pad that says "WTF?!?" and stamp all their foreheads with that.
Because, seriously. WTF?!?!?
Bolelli was up one set. Lost the next two to Kohlschreiber. Same with Berdych. And Granollers? CLAY COURT! Loses to Soderling. OMG. And OMG Almagro. AHHHH. QUERREY! Un freaking believable. Benneteau! Andreev! I believe all of them, except for Granollers, went to three sets.
The worst ones were when they lost the first, won the second, and subsequently lost the third.
So much freaking pain I don't even want to dwell on it. But I can't help it. My bracket could have been so healthy if those idiots hadn't lost.
And that's another thing. I'm annoyed at myself for lamenting the stupid bracket. UGH I don't even care.
Except for the end result. The end result must happen, please oh please oh please.
Anyway. My copy of Little Dorrit came in the post today! SO HAPPY. I really need to stop jumping into these not-real worlds of fiction. It does not help my already la-la land type thinking. Or better yet, I wish I could book jump like Thursday Next. Seriously, why do all the cool things happen in fiction?
That was a rhetorical question, just so you know.
Now I'm searching for the Little Dorrit soundtrack to no avail. If anyone has any info on the soundtack, let me know! I WANT THE MUSIC SO BADLY and not even YouTube has any sample tracks. OMG it is piano goodness. SO SO SO SO GOOD.
I wish I could join the geniuses who make these wonderful TV programmes. Maybe some day.
ARGH!
I want to line up Berdych, Granollers, Andreev, Querrey, Bolelli, Almagro, and Benneteau and grab my stamp pad that says "WTF?!?" and stamp all their foreheads with that.
Because, seriously. WTF?!?!?
Bolelli was up one set. Lost the next two to Kohlschreiber. Same with Berdych. And Granollers? CLAY COURT! Loses to Soderling. OMG. And OMG Almagro. AHHHH. QUERREY! Un freaking believable. Benneteau! Andreev! I believe all of them, except for Granollers, went to three sets.
The worst ones were when they lost the first, won the second, and subsequently lost the third.
So much freaking pain I don't even want to dwell on it. But I can't help it. My bracket could have been so healthy if those idiots hadn't lost.
And that's another thing. I'm annoyed at myself for lamenting the stupid bracket. UGH I don't even care.
Except for the end result. The end result must happen, please oh please oh please.
Anyway. My copy of Little Dorrit came in the post today! SO HAPPY. I really need to stop jumping into these not-real worlds of fiction. It does not help my already la-la land type thinking. Or better yet, I wish I could book jump like Thursday Next. Seriously, why do all the cool things happen in fiction?
That was a rhetorical question, just so you know.
Now I'm searching for the Little Dorrit soundtrack to no avail. If anyone has any info on the soundtack, let me know! I WANT THE MUSIC SO BADLY and not even YouTube has any sample tracks. OMG it is piano goodness. SO SO SO SO GOOD.
I wish I could join the geniuses who make these wonderful TV programmes. Maybe some day.