Days of excitement are here ladies and semi-gents. Y? Cause my fairly-weathered frens of carbon origins,
KNOCKOUT ROUNDS ARE HERE.

There. The CAPS have arrived, meaning that that last statement... was IMPORTANT.

Knock out rounds are fun. They determine the character of the teams, the willingness of the player. The fire. The fight.

Ah... to be alive!

And awake. I slept at 12am, then woke at 430 to watch Argentina and Mexico duke it out. Then slept again at 730, only to rouse myself from such rest at 1230pm. Ah the rigors of the day.

Struck once again by the sense of melanchony. But I will persevere! Depression begone!
In the meantime, here are some pictures :D



Ahhh... the Happy Horse. Scourge of Depression. Champion of the Mildly Deranged and Infinite Peppy. Like Crack. Crack Horse he is.



As pretentious as it might seem, I quite enjoy this shot. That artsy feel you know.



OMFG. I say old chap, who is that dashing fellow over there. So Godlike and young and nubile and... ah crap...

Now go home.