O God. So hungover. Feels like I'm in the " just woke up in the mothership" scene in Fire in the Sky....
What day is it? Thursday? ARE YOU F$%KING KIDDING ME?
Last I remember, PSU was up by 10 on Saturday night. Iowa was reeling under the awesome might of the White Out and my drunken mind-bullets. A victory was assured.
So, like, we won right?......Right? What?
/stares blankly
/eyes dilate
/eyes cross
/shakes head
/opens bottle of Old Granddad
/turns on The Cure
F$%k it. I'm going to Illinois this weekend. Let the blackouts ensue.
Now if I can find a soap that washes away failure and laundry marker, I'll be set.
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