Yesterday, my gut was trying to tell me something. Across an ocean and four time zones, it was trying to tell me something horrible had happened. The timing was correct, about 5 pm my time, and I should have known what it was about. That would have been about when the game ended. We lost. Arsenal lost. To Tottenham. NOT COOL!!!
That loss would explain what my gut was trying to tell me. That loss would explain why I watched the results show of American Idol. That loss would explain why I had trouble sleeping last night. That loss would explain why I’m not going on the Arsenal board for a few days, or at least until I can’t stand to not go on anymore. That loss was a crushing blow. It will just be a little bit before I get over it.
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