Tomorrow should be a day like any other day for me. I will go to the gym in the morning and hope that the guy who looks like Idris Elba will be there so we can be gym friends (although, he does use a lot of iso machines which are the worse). Perhaps, I’ll have to be gym friends with this buff lady since she dead lifts and I honestly need a gym buddy when I do bench presses. Last week, I couldn’t the barbell back on the stand and the left half started to fall on the floor and it was an incredibly embarrassing mess. It also could have been dangerous if I was using more weight. I was doing benching 20 pounds. Maybe that’s why the guy who looks like Idris Elba won’t be my gym friend. I don’t bench enough and the Bart Simpson t-shirts probably don’t help either. 

That’s what tomorrow should be for me. Going to the gym, listening to the Best Show, conducting business as usual and getting excited for the Hallway Derby or the Los Angeles Clasico between the Lakers and the Clippers. Yet Wednesday is unprecedented event full of anxiety and excitement. 

My newly beloved FC Barcelona faces off with their bitter arch rival Real Madrid in the return leg of the Copa del Rey tomorrow roughly around 1pm, California time. At 2pm, I have what may be my last therapy session for the next couple of months. 

Last May, I started going to therapy once a week for a couple of months. Maybe in late September/October, I graduated to two sessions a month. Apparently, I progressed enough in that time span and now, I’m looking at not going for a few months. Side note: my therapist is going out of the country to work on a project. Never the less, I look at it, I’m somewhat better than a year ago. Let’s see how long I can go without needing to sit on a couch and complain about my family. 

Yet as I sit on this couch for the last time, my mind will be elsewhere. I tried to reschedule my appointment, but the receptionists weren’t playing ball. Perhaps, it was a bit of revenge for my bad jokes about the giant novelty pens they have. Also, I can’t say that I want to cancel my appointment because I have to watch a game. I can’t do that. It’s like skipping school the last Friday before Spring Break. I can’t do that. If I have trouble and issues with cutting in line to order food. 

At the same time, I may be too nervous and tense to even watch the match. It is the oldest and longest running rivalry in all of professional sports (Read here). 

Oh, the conflict. Oh, the excitement. Oh, the anxiety.