sweat.

I'm not talking about this kind of sweat.....

or this one either...




I'm talking about this kind....

And it wasn't mine and it was all over me and later, my phone. And I didn't ask for it, well according to a certain yellow jersey-ed guy with matching gum, I did, but let's not get techincal. He ruined my love of hugs for the evening.

ew. and thanks. punk.

it will be funny to me in a few more days...

when the nightmares go away. haha.