I just left work a little early, drove an hour at at least 15-25 miles an hour over the speed limit, after putting $25 worth of gas in my car to make it, to pay five dollars to play a magic tournament with an amazing deck, and lose every single round, and have my friends stand around and point out my every mistake to the point that I feel that after my ten years of playing magic, I'm just really so bad that I should just quit.
I'm feeling slightly less than amazing.
But on the bright side, I get to go home and stare at the ceiling until I fall asleep at around 3am so I can get up at 8am and go to work, since after my girlfriend and I broke up, I can't sleep anymore.
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