When the Cheshire emerges...

Dear Diary,

Ok, so it's NIGHT one because it's not during the day in Australia. Just making that clear to possible international readers.

Missed the opening ceremony and analysis on SBS (Shitty? Yes. Even shittier because I could've taped it? To say the least, uh-huh.) because my friends and I decided to scout a few possible viewing locations around Adelaide... After a pitstop at Adelaide Uni's UniBar (non-soccer related), we found that the casino was not to our liking and The Rosemont (which I'd heard so much about but never ventured in) was TOTALLY what we were looking for. So we'll hopefully make the trip in for the Socceroos v Germany game.

Returned home just in time for the 2nd half of South Africa v Mexico. After refuelling with a bacon and cheese sausage roll (Adelaideans, Vili's was PACKED at midnight, more than usual...) I felt awake and was in awe of Siphiwe Tshabalala's goal. What an absolute cracker. Good to see the locals getting so behind their team. Suddenly, it was 20 minutes later and Mexico had equalled. So much for the refuel. Oh well.

Couldn't stay up for Uruguay v France, there wouldn't have been any point because I was dozing off already. Plus a 9am start at work doesn't help. A pity there isn't a game between 1:30 & 3:30am (ACST) - it either runs late or reeeeally early. But I'm still going to be proud enough to say I'm on (blank) hours sleep.

So how much sleep did I get? 5.5 hours. Slightly less than my non-World Cup average of 6.5 anyway. So feeling fairly good.

Tonight: going out (missing Greece v South Korea - boooo - GO HELLAS!), then doing my best to watch England v USA at 3:30. Just want to see the Yanks lose. Not entirely sure why. If anyone has suggestions, please, put them on the table.

And so begins my insomnia.