so i had to wake up this morning at 7am and stay up because i felt like making smoothies for three hours before work by myself but i stayed laying in bed and then i was going to write a blog post about how i am in a movie about sunrises because i am awake before daybreak and blah blah blah then i couldn't get the word sunrise out of my fucking head and almost mania-ed myself fully awake and then a dog showed up for the bedroom sniffing olympics where she tries to look for all of my socks and panties and anything easily take-able and won't stop breathing loudly until i force myself to fall back asleep.

then mAx called at 11 to ask for a ride to work at 11.45. i was still in bed. so was he. it was not meant to be a good day for either of us.

then i decided that i'm not eating anything ever again ever because i'm feeling like i'm going to be sick really soon and i think barfing is the grossest thing ever. even more gross than being punched in the face tons of times and bleeding all over the place.



speaking of getting punched in the face tons of times and bleeding all over the place, last night was the boxing match! it was at the HISTORICAL COWTOWN COLISEUM! ((say that without laughing. i fucking dare you.))

the HISTORY COWTOWN COLISEUM is in forth worth, which i was unaware of until now, but taking 35W-S into ft. worth puts you through a time machine while you're not looking and you step back into a fucking john wayne movie and there are brick and cobblestone roads and salloons and every building looks like the fucking alamo or something. i was excited and skipping and wearing my sweater shoes. it was a little too much.

but having never attended a boxing match, i went in with very low expectations. i only wanted to see blood and a KO. after battling swords, homeboy and i watched six matches. match one, round one: BLOOD! match 6, round one: KO!

fucking great.

also, this joke was much funnier post-battle, but homeboy is going to major in sports medicine and become a ring-side physician. i'll visit him at work, i guess.

this makes me want to start integrating jogging pants into my regular wardrobe.



anyway, you will see boxing photos later because i'm feeling too almost-sick and antisocial this evening so i will probably hand-write my book while listening to more of the i'm not there soundtrack ((FUCKING AMAZING!)) and maybe decide how much exactly i hate you.