Honestly, I can barely fucking breathe.
For the last ten minutes I was just walking around the fucking house, picking stuff up and cleaning it.
The kitchen is absolutely spotless.
I can't handle much more of this. I've already got high blood pressure.
I feel so sorry for our forward line. We're at times great going forward and can pass the ball nicely, but the defence is so utterly fragile and short of confidence.
I do weird shit like that as well. If we are playing shite, I switch to scratching my other ball in the vain hope we will start playing better.