It’s 4:42 a.m.

I’ve been up throwing up since 4 when I was awaken by stomach pain. Still have the pain. Can’t go back to sleep.

I don’t think I’m going to make it to the Rose Bowl…

I’ve texted Michael…who is STILL up partying…and forfeited my rights to the game.

I’m just destined never to see USC plays a championship game at the Rose Bowl.

Fuckin’ eh…