Fuck!!

Not all the crisps in the world (even if they were salt and vinegar, which they aren't) can make this day better.

Stupid, stupid referee.

Better

Watching DVDs of the two UEFA cup finals from 1982, the year of IFK's first UEFA cup victory, together with husband and our friend Mof; drinking up Sara's beer that she forgot when she went home to Stockholm, improved things a lot. I also felled almost all seams on the Uvdal gown.

Now I'm relaxed and tired and need to go to bed.