i am currently embroiled in a mortal death match the likes of which have not been seen for many a millenia-um-ia (whatever). it occupies my every thought. it fills my mind from my first bowl of special k to my masturbatorily-induced sleep. my hands constantly shake, my head pounds and i am relatively sure my anus is now home to my heart. i can't stand it. i need to defeat my opponent. need for this madness to end. but it defines me. consumes me. i'd be nothing without it.
oh fantasy basketball championship week...i hate you
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