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The World Did Not End But I Sure As Hell Wish It Had

There's only one thing worse than getting up in the morning with a really nasty hangover, and that's getting up to discover that, yes, Nebraska lost again to Texas, the world didn't end, and somehow life must go on. 

Don't know how you handle times like these, but I go back to Kris Kristofferson - his first two albums, not that crap that happened after he met Rita Coolidge. No, I knew what I was after right away this morning. Sunday Morning Comin' Down and a red beer (or two or six) for breakfast. 

Unfortunately, there is one thing missing this morning. My balls. I SEEMED TO HAVE DROPPED THEM SOMEWHERE.