Fuuuuuck.

I'm so goddamn tired this morning.

I had boxing last night and fought a six foot five guy. It sucked, and my forhead still hurts. Everytime I tried anything he would just chuck his jab into my face and stall anything I was trying to do.

So now I'm stuck at work, reading a bunch of teaser posts for the new Lawrence Arms album. I've heard all the teasers already and my heart started to pound, I can't believe how excited I am over it. I find it taking priority over Against Me!'s upcoming "White Crosses," the latter being my ex-favorite band. The new one? Well let's see how good Buttsweat and Tears is.

My biggest worry right this second:

How is anyone supposed to regain confidence and get out to having a fun and regular social life working at a Commercial Fishermans paradise? More importantly, how do you get out and meet the ladieyzz?

Fuck it. I'll go home and beat it again. Then fall asleep by ten.