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Date: 09 July 2006 21:37:53
...in the form of a confession.
Okay, okay. I have something shameful to say:
"My name is Dith, and I have been watching the World Cup Final." Ack.
For one who has long made a big thing of the fact that I hate sport, this is truly terrible. Finding myself interested in the game in the first place was bad enough. I realised, however, that I was losing my former identity in a big way when the following happened. I had managed to tear myself away from the screen in order to make sossie sarnies for myself and Only Husband and I heard the commentator getting excited in a 'this could be a goal' kind of way. So what did Dith, former hater of sport, do? She dashed to the doorway of the lounge in case she missed something. What's more, this happened not once, but twice.
What is happening to me? I don't know who I am any more.
And Nessa, I am sorry, so so sorry for this terrible betrayal...I did try to warn you yesterday.
*Hangs head in abject shame*