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Blerg.
...The tournament is on Friday. I know it's not a super big deal, nowhere near as important as the tournaments I want to play in eventually, but I'm beyond nervous. I'm pretty sure I won't go freezing up mid-match, though, so that's a good thing.
Focusing on keeping myself as distracted as possible. Which currently involves reading a stack of novels that one of my coworkers loaned me... They aren't bad, either. Even if they are gay novels. I'm almost done with them all though, and I still have a few days to go until the tournament. I need more distractions, and bad.
Really. It's getting to the point that I've started psychoanalyzing why it is that I can't seem to find a boyfriend, and that's just depressing.
Focusing on keeping myself as distracted as possible. Which currently involves reading a stack of novels that one of my coworkers loaned me... They aren't bad, either. Even if they are gay novels. I'm almost done with them all though, and I still have a few days to go until the tournament. I need more distractions, and bad.
Really. It's getting to the point that I've started psychoanalyzing why it is that I can't seem to find a boyfriend, and that's just depressing.