Hopes were dashed again last Saturday as i awoke to find that for the third time this season, the evil Arsenal had beaten my beloved Chelsea. Once again, the scoreline was 2-1, and for the second time running, the Arse came from behind to win after an early Chelsea opener. Ack. The jinx continues. Luckily we got back on the right track in midweek by besting VfB Stuttgart 1-nil in Germany, returning successfully to our Champions League campaign after the winter break. I discovered a dangerous little distraction: Chelsea TV Online, for which i bought a subscription to see the match highlight videos, broadcasts live audio commentary of all the matches. No more waiting for the typed commentary to update every few minutes, instead i can listen to two die-hard Chelsea fans (including former star Kerry Dixon) call the match. On Wednesday it almost killed me, seeing as Chelsea played miserably early on. You can only listen to the announcer say "And Makelele has given it away AGAIN" so many times before your nerves turn to jello. Also, you hear the crowd cheer before the announcer has a chance to say what happened, so there's a few seconds of wondering "did we score? did they? talk to me, dammit!" every time the crowd gets excited.

It's been rough lately cleaning up the dog's messes and trying to remain sympathetic to her plight. Our living room is starting to smell like an infrequently cleaned men's toilet, despite my repeated sanitizing efforts with 409, Resolve carpet cleaner, and most recently Nature's Miracle enzymatic odor remover. If at first you don't succeed, yadda yadda. The dog is now staying in the backyard when V and i are both out. We meant to begin this practice on Wednesday, but she must've done her rain dance on Tuesday night because it's been coming down in sheets the last two days.

Off to see the Wrens at the Noise Pop festival this weekend with Lance and V. Should be a nice alternative to staying home smelling urine and scrubbing the carpet.

oh the awful title belies the quality of this unusual comedy it's the same for you and me and the days and nights you remembered me the walls i've never seen come to me it's an awful tragedy fifty million reasons, loving in the seasons fifty million lovers, sitting at the doubles when you cry it pulls me through