Man he got bodied in that last match.  Which made me happier than maybe it should have.

You would think I'd stop now that he's eliminated, but now I'm invested so I gotta watch the rest.

Part of me misses watching this shit?  I mean, I tried to be supportive and all that jazz.

But the other part of me remembers competing against it for love and attention.

And I always seemed to lose that battle.


...What am I doing, exactly?  What is happening?

I feel like I'm in a bizarro world or some shit.

Like I'm not even in my own body or something.

Shit is weird, man.