After spending last afternoon in the sun on a public square with a friend, only for two other buddies coincidentally joining in, I went home in high spirits around 7pm. I was in such a good mood that I decided to stay up for the game, which started at 1.30am my time. “Be finished around 4am,” I thought. “I think I can handle that.”
At halftime, I went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. I took my smartphone with me. I was in a silly, gallows humor sort of mode. It reminded me of the time when I took my a-levels, for which I went back to school after passing an apprenticeship.