Poor Emmett, but yay for the rest of the game.

He did manage to shake it off and play solidly well and smart for the rest of the game -- and, Hec noted, attempted two spectacular plays that he only barely missed (one of them, if he'd been just one inch taller he totally would've made the play) and that most kids wouldn't have even thought to attempt.

I got all misty when the game ended and the head coach's son Eian came staggering in from the pitcher's mound, all shaky and wrung out and near tears from how incredibly difficult and stressful it all was, and his dad just wrapped him up in a bearhug and kept kissing his head, and when some other parent gave him a sideways look he said, "He may be big but he's only ten," and just kept hugging him and making croony little good game, great game, so proud, my good boy noises.

Oh, ouch, sj, how miserable. And vw too. I've also been kept up or woken up the last few nights with leg pains and twitches and unspecific Bad Feelings. Clearly nocturnal leg pain is the new Buffista Plague. Anyone who's still shaking off the F2F Plague -- how very last month of you.

I feel like an awful girlfriend. Teacup Guy's band has a gig tonight, and I really don't want to go. I am feeling very achy, antisocial, depressed, etc, and the body image demons are haunting me. The gig is at a gothy type club, and I know some of the people there are going to look just gorgeous. I just don't feel up to it. I'll probably go anyway..

If you don't go to the gig, sj, the body image demons have already won!

Tho I completely know where you are coming from.

I just realized I'm the only person (other than Mal) in my building. Everyone else is gone for the long weekend or more. Spooky.

If you don't go to the gig, sj, the body image demons have already won!

I believe they already declared victory a while ago.

Aw, babe. You're dating a musician. Like Willow. Willow turned out to be hot, right? When she wasn't veiny, that is.

and the body image demons are haunting me.

You seem to be missing a basic concept, sj. You're WITH THE BAND. As a band girlfriend, you already have the major cool points. I can't imagine your not looking good, but I know what those demons are like.

There are better hotties with the band than me.

Not the point! You will always be able to find someone prettier/smarter/better than yourself (even if third party observers don't agree with your assessment). That's a lose-lose game, so don't even play. Go, support Teacup Guy, listen to music. Don't give in to the Dark Side.

Except for the part where you have to wear black.

I'm going to buck the trend and say: being a Band Girlfriend(TM) doesn't mean you have to go to every single gig. The measure of how much you love Teacup Guy is *not* based on an attendance record.

Will he be happy that you're there IF he knows that *you* aren't having a good time? No, because *he* wants you to be happy, too.

If you don't want to go, I say don't go. Maybe make him dinner beforehand? A little snuggle time beforehand? In my book, that's Good Girlfriend(TM) material.

You have to do it for those of us sitting home watching cable tonight, pet. Besides, I've already been the yellow-belly crip this week...doing my part to make bravery meaningful.