For last night's fight, I was probably the most nervous I've ever been for a fight in my life. So in order to alleviate the nervousness, I got fucked up! I must've taken down half a bottle of Cuervo and God knows how many beers. Mind you, all I ate the whole day was coleslaw and a biscuit. I made it through the fight remembering everything then out of nowhere I bust out in a cold sweat. My girl sees this and my family gets concerned then BOOM the room spins. I chill in the bathroom and throw up 6 times, one of which had blood in it. Then I eventually make my way to my room and I feel trouble breathing. I keep passing out and my girlfriend shakes me to keep me awake cause apparently each time I fell asleep I stopped breathing. Eventually, i start to hyperventilate for a bit and then throw up 2 more times then out of nowhere, I sober up.

I woke up this morning with the worst equilibrium in the world. I felt like my right side was so much heavier than my left. But I somehow survived that little episode and got quite a ball-busting from my family.