And I feel sick to my stomach.
My hands are shaking, I've hardly eaten all day and am now off to make a 2L thermos of chamomile tea to calm me down while I'm there. Or at least to throw at Anasta, the dirty Greek prick.
I have a score of beautiful people in similar mindset to meet there, won't be able to eat any of that shit food, am terrified for the boys and want to protect all my red and green friends.
Tell me again how healthy sports are.
But you know what?
I still hate the Roosters.
I really really really do.
Pity I don't drink alcohol.
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