My eyes feel like golf balls on the verge of exploding. My head feels like it's made of heavy liquid. And my throat feels like the cats' scratching pad after long use (apparently throats aren't a fan of binging on cigarettes after a few months of quitting).
I plan on sleeping for 24 hours straight.
Good news? Apparently I suck at monopoly AND checkers. Well atleast Machida's victory made me happy. Oh AND my new beautiful Egyptian cotton sheets. Those will defintiely help with the whole sleeping for obscene hours thing.
Thank God it's summer.
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