What a wonderful Sunday.

Got woken up at 11.
Went to get Panda with Matt.
Panda was closed...
Ate off brand Panda.
Figured out the lives of every person that passed.
Got home, and ran right back out the door.
Went to the wrong house to get Kerry.
Tried again.
Winner.
Drove to the game.
Pack muled everything in.
Shucked corn.
Had fun.
Hung out.
Flirted with #18.
Got a scolding glare from Tom for flirting.
Got a sunburn.
Game CONTINUED.
Extra innings.
More extra innings.
Got into a fight.
Decided to leave.
Drove home and almost got into an accident.
Ruined dinner out with my brother and mom.
Ruined the rest of the night.
Heard everything I missed.
Confidence anyone?
Put myself into a depressed hole.
Am currently sitting in a depressed hole.
Am going to CONTINUE sitting in a depressed hole.
Because I can.

After a long day I ended with:

Off brand Chinese food, a terrible sun burn, low confidence, an empty gas tank, tears, and a migraine.

Sounds like a glorious Sunday to me.

Ciao.