the boyfriend's alarm blared at 4:30 in the morning and I concluded he loves his soccer more than me from his willingness to leap out of bed.

"But i woke up early on our trip to melbourne for you as well... see i love you too" he protested

"yeah? but we were going on a holiday together" i say as i narrow my eyes at him.

"that's true" he admits

he goes away and switches the heater on and makes me a tea.

After tossing and turning for a bit, i finally stumble downstairs into his study just in time to see the first goal less than 2 minutes in the match. Ouch!

After which, a gripping 90 odd minutes ensued where there was much jeering, cheering and leering (courtesy of a female australian fan in a yellow halter)

the end result, Australia drew 2-2 with Croatia and gets into the next round by the skin of their teeth.

so the boyfriend and i jubilantly make out way to the city for breckie before work.

there was lots of honking, cheers and shouts in the city. everyone was walking around with smiles plastered on their faces with a few odd grouchies aside.

it was fun!

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On a slightly sadder note, work is shitter-dee-doo-dah

Stayed til 7 on a friday night which is insane if you ask me.

Ruined my friday night and I missed a dinner with marty and friends to celebrate the australian win.

Possibility of working over the weekend.