I couldn't sleep at all last night due to football-related stress! Nightmares, fitful tossing and turning, etc.
Being a big Steelers fan, I am like a lot of people who really love their team -- I develop seasonal OCD. Like, I'm not able to do this or that because it may be bad luck. This morning, for example, I didn't allow myself to straighten my hair or wear pink underwear because they are both bad in some way I can't even really explain. Mr. Pink has not washed his black Steelers sweatshirt since the season started. The most stupid shit becomes regulated by some delusional idea that if you eat the wrong kind of cereal for breakfast, the team's loss is totally your fault! (And not, you know, the fucking glove Ben Roethlisberger has been wearing, fuckfuckfuck!) Anyway, good to know that at least I am not alone with the anxiety. (Sounds like the whole city is on the verge of developing an ulcer, actually, eh?)
On the bright side: Steelerbaby!
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