Three hours ago, I had no idea what the Tartan Army was.
I am now emotionally invested in the Scots, the Algerians, the Japanese, the Dutch, a German guy named Freddy, and apparently the entire World Cup.
I fear I have become a soccer (*cough* โfootballโ) fan against my will.
Heated up a bowl of spicy ramen for a late night snack, sat down on my couch and spilled the entire thing (full of scalding water) into my lapโฆ where it saturated my leggings, making them even harder to take off quickly.
Iโve now spent the last hour sitting in a cold shower, trying to cool myself down, attempting to wash all traces of chili oil off my skin, and crying more over that being my last bowl of ramen than the fact that I may need to go to the hospital.
This has been a terrible 24 hours.