On Monday, I ended up having a seizure in the middle of the open field by my apartment complex. Apparently, no one noticed as there were no paramedics dumping me into the back of an ambulance. I slowly and awkwardly made my way back to the apartment, having to stop once. Some girl saw me and asked if I was OK.

Guess it was because of this giant cut over my lip. It’s probably awkward to shave near there, so for the time being I’m going to stick with this bad goatee:

Frankly, I’m still tired, some of my muscles still ache, and I can’t wait for the weekend to get here.