I stayed up late on Saturday night.
Well, technically it was Sunday morning.

The rugby was being played in some stinking foreign city, so by time it was the right time of the day to play it there, it was the wrong time of night to watch it here.

And then the mighty New Zealand All Blacks rugby team lost to some stinking foreign team in the dying minutes of the game.

Then, it was already late (or early as the case may be), so I stayed up even latearlier and watched Team NZ sail in the Americas Cup yachting regatta.

Only to nearly win and then lose in the final 500 metres to a bunch of other Kiwis sailing for some stinking foreign billionaire.

I gave up sleep to watch that shit?

I'm still catching up on the lost zees.

I feel like such a loser.