quality finish

it doesn’t matter how shitty today was, and trust me, i billed thirteen hours of shitty. it doesn’t matter that it’s nearly 1 in the morning, and it doesn’t matter that i’m tired as heck, because i fucking scored a fucking goal.

fuckin’ a.

and it was a nice one, too. and we won. i’m not saying i’m stepping into the steven gerrard role a former captain recommended for me, necessarily (it is, after all, my second. ever.), but it was a nice one, a great cross, wide open, and a semi-pirouetting full volley to the far side. and but for a few inches i might’ve had another earlier on a header. so even if i’m back to being grouchy tomorrow, i’m going to bed happy tonight.