Today while I was surrounded by (literally and figuratively) hot and sweaty guys, enjoying myself, Toronto was near the end of the fucking world: WHAT THE F.
How dare you call yourself a "peacemaker"?
For someone who doesn't watch basketball on the regular, okay I'm lying, I never watch basketball, I actually had fun. Maybe because I have never in my entire life been in a room 90% filled with guys.
The games were intense.
I was score keeper. (They picked the wrong person, I don't know any of the rules and regulations) But thanks ref! :)
Now ten hours later, my elbows are on fire because I was holding the clipboard for too long.
And I'm hungry.