Where to start. Hell, let’s go with last night. Yesterday, I was worried about Ms. Sexy X all day. By afternoon she at least turned her phone back on. That’s a relief but I’m still down. Whatever. I’m looking forward to getting off work and going over to BDubs to watch the game. (That’d be Buffalo Wild Wings, y’all! Also called BW3) I didn’t want no watered down pissy beer but a real man’s beer so I got the nectar of the gods… GUINNESS! Oh, I knew a tall glass of import was going to hurt the ol’ pocketbook but I went there for the atmosphere. A lot of us Steelers fans gather there on gameday. I couldn’t find a spot to sit so I sat with a black dude who was rambling on about all sorts of stuff. He was nice but he was a bit touched. I’m sure he was a little tipsy but I think there was a bit something more than that. However, he was nice and he was talking about some football and about his army life and living in Pittsburgh and some other stuff. I wasn’t really paying any attention because I was there to watch a game. I had 2 Guinness and I wish I had more but that cost me THIRTEEN bucks right there. I got wings too and that put me over $20!!! FUCK. I’m trying to save money so that’ll be my splurge for a while. The wings were actually fairly hot which is weird because I am usually NOT impressed. I think I was having an off day because I don’t normally find them spicy.
The Georgia Tech/Clemson game looked good. GT ran a train with the deadly triple option but then choked and Clemson came back. GT barely pulled that shit out for the win by a field goal. I wish I saw the game but NFL takes precedence for me.
The question that’s floating around is if Troy Polamalu’s injury is half of the “Madden Curse” since he and Larry Fitzgerald were on the cover of this year’s game. I think it’s silly because this is football and everyone gets injured. To top it off, the human missle gets that nickname from me because he plays no holds barred smash mouth football. He gets in on blitzes, run defense, and drops back into zone and breaks up all sorts of plays with hard hits. He’s bound to get shaken up. It sucks that he got hurt on a simple grab for a ball but that’s how it goes sometimes. He should be good in a few weeks I think.
I left the place at halftime and came home to watch the rest. I honestly don’t remember how I spent the rest of the night after the game. I talked with someone for a while, cleaned up for bed, and I guess I just watched SportsCenter as well as typed up some emails and drafts for here. I was feeling slightly better but I’m still sad.
This morning I was so-so. By lunchtime it was hitting hard. I won’t butter it up, it’s depression. I’m trying not to feel it, right now I’m in a bummy mood and I shouldn’t be. I just feel so empty, I don’t feel like eating and I just feel so… empty. :-( I haven’t talked with her in 11 days now. I have heard from her in other ways as recently as 4-5 days ago via a text. But that’s hard to get nothing but silence. It ain’t her fault, nosiree. I just feel sad and there isn’t much I can do about it. I’m trying to buck up. I will. Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe she’ll call, maybe she’ll say the word. If nothing else, I’ll go watch the OSU/USC game with a friend. Blah.
Tonight… I have no idea. I’m going to try to call her. I don’t expect to get an answer unfortunately. But at least I can try. My friends mentioned drinking but I don’t feel like it, especially when depressed as it makes it worse for me.
I know, I know… three fucking posts in one day? These posts help alleviate the feeling, this is a therapy for me.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, bllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. That’s how I feel. I’m just awwwesome I think. Fuck it, fuck y’all, fuck everything. Mmm, that made me feel a little bit better. Ha.
