The weight of the World (Cup) has been lifted

Something hit me yesterday. I was cleaning up in the kitchen. Earlier in the day, I woke and started hustling around the house. I'd like to call it cleaning but it feels more like wandering, occasionally picking up something and putting it somewhere else - sometimes with a wiping or swishing motion. That's cleaning, more or less. Haha! Anyway, I cleaned and rummaged and did laundry and finished dishes and worked a little. I had already started to get my day-drunk on and it was barely past 10am. I was buzzed pretty well and didn't really need to waste another day to oblivion. So I cooked up a hearty of breakfast of 3 eggs, 2 soysage patties, and 5 biscuits. I finished my beer and passed out from buzzed food-coma for a few hours. I sobered up at the pool, sweating like a little piggy. Cycled through the new Starry Summer 2014 Mix. Watched the World Cup. GERMANY! Showered.

At some point between the shower and the aforementioned moment back in the kitchen something felt different. I first noticed it going up and down the steps. There was a spring to my step. There was a "light" feeling in me. I definitely felt less emotionally encumbered, almost as if a weight had been lifted. The weight of the world? Perhaps. The weight of the World Cup? Eh... Who knows?

I feel this weight off of me. That is the point of this post.

The fever broke...

... with Germany reclaiming the World Cup, beating Argentina in extra time 1-0.

Life can now return to normal... whatever that means.

Brazil v. Germany

Unprecedented. Unbelievable. Shocking.

Just finished watching the World Cup semifinal match of Brazil v. Germany.

Holy. Crap.

Germany, 7-1.

I am stunned.

Brazil gave up 4 goals in 6 minutes. Insane.

Wow.