I don't quite know if I like days like today.

All the prep, the anticipation, the dragging of my ass out of bed at an ungodly weekend hour.

And for what? A crabby almost middle aged fart trying to recapture the days of his youth by throwing a fight night party? Geeze, swell.

Worst comes to worst, I'll binge drink until I can't walk and smoke myself blind.

I guess.