Grr. Angsty, sports-related feels.
Real lost. The Revs lost. I don't have words for Ferrari (actually, I have plenty of them in plenty of languages, but they're not very nice). And Jimmy Vicaut in glasses is a life-ruiner.
I'm getting out of town in a few days and the anticipation is killing me. I just want to go. I need a change of scene, and I want to see my friends, so... urgh. Tuesday, just hurry up and get here, yeah?
And once I get back, I'm cool with summer ending. Seriously.
I'll probably think differently when my alarm goes off on the first day of in-service, but after that I'll be good. There are things I just want to get over with, and things I want to happen because I'm looking forward to them, so the start of the year is already on my mind. May as well get to it.
That might just be some tangental effect of me going stir-crazy, though.