Snow! Snow! It is the end times! All public transport in the south of England has ceased under the burden of five centimetres of cursed snow!
Not that I am complaining. It's pretty and I get to stay at home and work.
I watched the second episode of Being Human last night - it's still not completely lame and I'm enjoying it a lot. Catch it if you can.
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I'm still not over the tennis dramas of yesterday, not really. It keeps ringing around my head and I keep thinking about Roger - there is a person with so many expectations heaped on him, so many that I feel like his life is all bent out of shape from the vast pressure of them. Part of the joy of watching someone achieve at the highest level is that they are making a rare and almost impossible dream come true for themselves and for everyone watching. Watching them fail to do that is-- well, it is heartbreaking.
I wish I could stop thinking about this. I don't know why I care so much, but I do. It's only tennis, right?
Not that I am complaining. It's pretty and I get to stay at home and work.
I watched the second episode of Being Human last night - it's still not completely lame and I'm enjoying it a lot. Catch it if you can.
***
I'm still not over the tennis dramas of yesterday, not really. It keeps ringing around my head and I keep thinking about Roger - there is a person with so many expectations heaped on him, so many that I feel like his life is all bent out of shape from the vast pressure of them. Part of the joy of watching someone achieve at the highest level is that they are making a rare and almost impossible dream come true for themselves and for everyone watching. Watching them fail to do that is-- well, it is heartbreaking.
I wish I could stop thinking about this. I don't know why I care so much, but I do. It's only tennis, right?