Oh fucking hell. This is the worst thing ever. Went out at 3.30 yesterday to meet some Dublin Arsebloggers and watch the match. Went to bed at 7.30am.
I blame the Mug Smasher. He lead me astray.
The match – we should have won. Chelsea had 10 men but put in a big, big second half, almost to the point where it looked like we were the ones with 10 men. Shit defending for the goal from Gallas.
My brain hurts. My limbs hurt. My organs hurt. My everything hurts. It’s a bank holiday here so you’ll have to forgive me this short blog.
I wish it was yesterday again so I could go back and not do this.