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May. 12th, 2009 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinAs I’m writing this, the computer’s clock reads 1:35 p.m. In one hour, we leave to face North Toronto’s Tier I Girls’ Rugby Team. I am, for lack of a better phrase, scared shitless. Terrified. If we lose, we’re dead. More than dead. Ashley will murder us, but that won’t actually fix anything because we’ll have lost. If we lose. If. If. I’m so scared, I’m so scared, I’m so scared, and I want it to stop. I don’t want to be a disappointment, not after last game. I don’t think I could handle being the reason for disappointing Tait ‘n Ashley the team.
Seriously, I’m so nervous I feel nauseous. And I thought throwing up was for pussies. Ugh.
