Since the league season ended the thoughts of Sol lifting the Cup or crying in despair after losing have dominated my mind so much that I'm surprised that I've got as much work done as I have.
I just can't take my mind off it. I wonder how much, if at all, our form will affect our performance on Saturday. Cardiff have been indifferent having conceded 11 goals since the Semi-Final and I sit at my desk wondering if our blunt attack can somehow take advantage of that.
I daydream about someone in Blue making themselves a hero whether it be Sulley Muntari hammering in a piledriver or the much criticised Milan Baros tapping in a stoppage time winner.
Those daydreams can also turn into nightmares. What if we concede another silly goal from a set piece? What if we can't hit the target again? What if Hasselbaink and Fowler roll back the years and produce something special to beat us?
David James, David Nugent and Sol Campbell have all been passed as fit to play meaning Harry has a full strength side to choose from other than Primus and Defoe.
I'm a bit disappointed that we don't have an official FA Cup song and the efforts we have produced aren't exactly classics, but after listening to Cardiff's "Do The Ayatollah" I sincerely hope that I don't have to listen to that tripe again at Wembley!
I think I'll go insane if I carry on thinking about it so much so I just wish that Wednesday, Thursday and Friday would just disappear so we can get on with it!
Not long to go now... Play Up Pompey!