I was once all psyched because I had tickets to see Juventus play DC United on July 28. At RFK. OK, so RFK is the hole-iest of holes and (shaped like a toilet, smells like a toilet) most of my favorite players were probably not going to be there. And it would probably end up being the hottest day of the year and I'd have to take the metro and be forced to have my sweaty, stinky body pressed up against the sweaty, stinky bodies of other people (ew). I'd probably get a heat headache and end up dehydrated for three days, but I had tickets to see Juventus and all of that was going to be worth it. But they fucking canceled. Those fuckers!
So I'm pissed about that and I'm suffering in a heat wave. It's hot and I'm in another one of my depressive episodes so all I want to do is stay in bed and slam carbs into my piehole, which is the best possible way to stay in an episode for the rest of my life. Luckily for me, my brother is coming for a visit, so I'll be forced to get out of bed every day this weekend. I don't know what I'm going to feed him, and I have shopping and cleaning to do, but tonight I'm watching football, so fuck it.
