At least it was the Germany/Ireland world cup qualifier match and I got delayed in work so I only arrived half-an-hour or so before the match started and so there wasn't much talk to be gotten through. I'm not much into sports but it was a fun match to watch - the fun was cemented during the national anthem when myself and one of the other women spotted that Johnny Logan was singing the Irish one and squealed with excitement. Well, really I was just aiming for a surprised exclamation but it came out kind of squeaky, which made the others laugh so we both played it up for all it was worth. An amusing thirty seconds or so to start us off. And come on, I wasn't quite 13 when this happened, who could resist?
It still doesn't seem quite real though and I'm still very much at the stage where almost everything I do or see or think about ends up in a memory of my sister or having to deal with the "must tell her..." issue. And I know that it will get better as time goes by, etc., etc., etc. But hate the fact that the reason I know that is because I've been through it before what feels like just far too many times. Have an extremely busy week ahead of me this week so again that'll keep me going. At least there are no dentist visits to deal with until the week after. Yep, I have a giant cavity underneath an already big filling so that's going to have to be dealt with. He doesn't think I'll need a root canal but can't come up with a definitive treatment plan until he's opened it up and tried a disinfection of some kind. So it'll be the end of the month before I find out what kind of costs I'm facing in that regard. Murphy is quite welcome to pack his bags and leave me the fuck alone now.