tonight's dynamite was a nice reward after 2 days of trying to shove organic chemistry into my head and 2 hours of vomiting it out. at least i don't feel too terrible about the exam (famous last words)...
i had fun texting my cousin about all the drama that he doesn't know/care about. i live to entertain.

when i sat down to write this i had like. commentary. ideas. i don't know where all that went. i just know that if i were given an obnoxious purple bucket hat by chris jericho i would also start hitting people. luigi pizza or whatever his name is had it coming when he decided to be antivax, is all i'm saying. daniel garcia for roh champion (i think it would be funny and narratively interesting. fuck jericho and his eight championships). also next week yuta & mjf match, finally that burberry bastard is getting back in the ring. i feel like it's been so long... i also definitely missed whatever that poker chip is but i have too much to do to watch last week's ep. whatever

tomorrow is gym day again; chris and i are in the same orgo class so we've been skipping to study. i need to take more initiative to work out in my room a little every day, do pushups or stretch or something. call me old fashioned but i don't really understand relying on a complicated set-up just to work your upper body.. like bro just drop and give me 10. it's gonna suck to try to work out on basically nothing tho, our apartment is fucking barren of all food that isn't cereal (no milk) or canned chicken. all i want is a balanced meal

i have a fuckload of work to do tomorrow, my to-do list has 10 things on it and i know it'll get longer. i don't care if my twenties are the "golden years," it's past my fucking bedtime. goodnight