A simpler time. A checkers time. Or rather, a snooker time. I am officially geobsedeerd. Watching snooker on Eurosport almost brings a tear to my eyes, because it reminds me of that poignant spring in Budapest about two and a half years ago. It's so much fun to watch the players all done up nicely with their styled hair and their vests. Guys look tremendously hot in vests, don't ask me why. Eh, I'm an exoticism whore probably.
Meanwhile, I'm writing JAWs at a breakneck pace, which is lovely, although I am growing ever more slothy at a breakneck pace as well. The last few days I've been going to bed at 6 or 7 AM, waking up at around 2 PM. Ugh.
Last night: Morocco versus Tunisia. Oh. My. God. I never realized how much fun watching blatant violence can be. Some guy will have the ball, then you'll see a player from the other team come from the corner of the screen and just charge the guy, slam his elbow into the other guy's mouth, knocking out teeth in one case. And the best part? As soon as he makes contact, or sometimes even before, the guy will raise his hands up as if to say: "What, me? I didn't do that!" . If someone knows how I can get a video copy of this game, please let me know.
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