That is my kind way of saying that Papelbon's blown save tonight/the Red Sox loss to the Yankees was completely and totally demoralizing. Like, I want to cry right now.
To make matters worse, it happens just as I realized that I cannot find my A Curse is Dark as Gold notebook. Yes, that tiny little notebook that I got free at ALA in honor of the inaugural William C. Morris Award is missing. I haven't gotten to the tragic element of that yet. The notebook has all my hand-written notes from my research trip to Eugene from the one day that I forgot to bring my laptop and ended up doing research at the Eugene Public Library. Waaah!!!
That's what I get for writing stuff down on paper and not transferring it to my computer. Grrrr! It's not completely irreplaceable, but I'm not about to log onto databases to find those some newspaper articles again and takes notes on them AGAIN, at 11 p.m. Especially when I kind of need to drown my Red Sox sorrow in something that is not editing. ACK! Moving sucks! I am fairly certain that this notebook is somewhere in the apartment in one of the unopened boxes of books that I keep moving around and just yesterday stacked nicely in the dining room. But, so many boxes. So little will.
Feeling totally defeated, like my team must be feeling. :(