So, I'm going to hell, its official, any good karma gained by rand0mly giving blood on Thursday has thus been negated. "Oh, Paul, why's that?" I hear you ask....well, easy really.
I went to go see the musical Fame this evening with Lori - she's a bit of a theatre buff, so I like to indulge her when I can, usually it isn't that bad, and tonight was no exception, it was rolling along quite well, until intermission....where I left.......to go and play football. Not proper football, mind, football practice - not an actual game, but disorganized, 20-a-side, small goal, football practice. To be perfectly honest, I barely got a touch of the ball all night, there were too many people on my team.
Ahhh yes, I can see it now:
Me: "Hello, my name is Paul, and I'm a football-addict"
Group: "Hello Paul"
Lori told me to go, but still that doesn't mean I should have, and she won't hold it against me, and I'll forget this ever happened, until the day I die, when my soul leaves my body, and the Devil points to a long, winding, rickety looking, downward staircase and says "Should have stayed for Act 2"
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