Macrolog
Needed: One Brain Transplant
I tried so hard to stay awake and alert for every moment of WrestleMania XIX last night. I really did.
But somewhere around the 3:30am mark, during Chris Jericho’s bout with Shawn Michaels, the serotonin got the better of me.
(Not to do any disservice to the match itself, I should clarify, as it turned out to be pretty good… when I watched it on tape this morning.)
What is it with me? I’m 22. I’m still young. I should be able to stay up all night without any ill effects, save for some mild disorientation. Yet I can’t even stay up for the biggest wrestling event of the year without nodding off half-way through.
I mean, I was fucking there last year! It’s not like I’m physically incapable of doing it. Doctors and nurses do it all the time, and it’s not like they’re superhuman or anything. It’s not the fucking Krypton Factor.
What is it about me that makes my brain chemistry suck?
I think I need a new one. Any offers?
Mon 31 Mar 2003 at 19:15 ·
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