tea for one

I freakin’ love my flat.

And just because it looked so cosy last night:

*loves* And the bed! Oh, the bed. *snuggles* Goodbye, back-ache.

This is just something I need to write down, so that when the football season is over I’ll at least remember that we had two glorious weeks here.

4-0 against Real Madrid.

4-1 against Manchester United.

Benitez signs a new contract keeping him in the club until 2014.

5-0 against Aston Villa.

Regardless of what happens now, this fortnight has been fucking awesome.

What has happened to me? I just sat by the computer, listening to the Champions League draw live on UEFA’s website. What is wrong with me?

We’ll be facing Chelsea in the quarter finals, by the way. Playing the first leg at home. Isn’t that just awesome? And Man United got Porto, of course.

I am so freakin’ tired. Feels like I have a cold or a flu just hanging around, waiting to break out when I least expect it. It’s sucking all the energy out of me, and I need my energy at the moment, dagnabbit!

I must have some kind of masochistic streak. While being hormonal and emotional, I suddenly decided that watching Hillsborough, the drama documentary from -96, would be a good idea.

It wasn’t.

Today brought a visit to Ikea, and I think I have everything figured out for the flat now. At least in my mind, anyway - we’re buying everything later this week. And holy crap, moving is expensive. There is so much stuff in the flat already, and the numbers still add up to an amount that I really wish were smaller. It’s the bed that does it. But I guess it’s good - I get to split the cost up between the moves; when I move next time I’ll have most of the the furniture I need and can get all of the household stuff instead.

It’s going to look nice when it’s all done and furnished, I think. I want to be done now!

I… have no words. I have only this.

And a dose of ‘omfgyay’! What a game. And what a free kick from Aurelio! I don’t even have it in me to mock him for his first name being ‘Fabio’ today, and that’s unusual. Man, even if this win isn’t enough to get us properly challenging for the title again, at least we’ll have this day. Because damn.

You know what I want for next season? I want Rafa to buy Zlatan Ibrahimovic and use him as an offensive midfielder. It would be awesome. Yeah, Zlatan can score like nobody’s business when he’s on form, but I really believe he’d be an even better midfielder than he is a striker. Not that I think it’s going to happen - if Zlatan does leave Inter, it will most likely be for Spain (apparently both Real Madrid and Barcelona have shown an interest) and not England, but a girl can dream, right? It could work. It could work so well.

In less awesome news, I have an itchy throat. Do not want. Seriously, I do not have the time to get sick right now. You hear that, germs? You stay away from me.

Liverpool - Real Madrid: 4-0. Hell yeah! Of course, this probably means we’ll get pummelled at Old Trafford this weekend, but I’m still savouring.

Also, I thought it was nice to see that even though they were rivals, the players took the time to do some dancing together. *snicker*

Oh, London, how I love you. Just a weekend there is enough to make me want to move back there RIGHT NOW! I had a wonderful time. Weather was lovely, theatre was amazing, I found myself some jeans, and I got to see some of my girls!

And Harriet was right about Niki being incredible in Blood Brothers. Seriously, that voice… Out of this world. When you have a few tears during Easy Terms in the first act you know it’s going to be a tough show, and not surprisingly, by the end I was a sobbing mess. The finale was devastating. And of course, Stephen Palfreman did his part in breaking my heart. There is this one scene, where he’s trying to defend his addiction to tablets to his wife and says that the doctor told him he needs them, and he looks up at the prison guard behind him and asks, "The doctor, he said, didn’t he, he said…" And it just breaks me, that look and the pleading. Curse you, Palfreman!

You know what I have? I have bagels. Sainsbury bagels that were baked yesterday. They were still warm when I got them, and they are so yummy I can’t do them justice. Toasted bagels with feta cheese… Hungry now.

Going through iPhoto, I saw these pictures and giggled. This is Morris waiting for his food. First: "Food now! C’mon! Where’s my food? Gimme my food!" *wags tail excitedly*

Then he realises, "Oh. Right. I have to do that whole ‘calm-submissive’ thing. Damn it. Uh. How does that work again? Ah, no tail-wagging, and, uh… Oh, ears low! I’ll throw in my sad look as well."

That dog is such a little manipulator.