Bad case of the mean reds

Well, the show's over and I'm bereft. All those rehearsals, all those hours spent learning lines, all that pain and laughter and fun - gone. I hate the day after a run ends, it's like being kicked in the gut over and over and over. Throw in the fact the All Blacks contrived to get knocked out of the Rugby World Cup, and this is one crappy morning after the night before. Oh well. Such is life.