in need of sleep rehab

just came back from the first day of debating. it was terrible. it was really fortunate that we managed to salvage one win outta 3 rounds today. it was an absolute torture for me to simply hear the crap that comes outta my own mouth. timing was bad, structure was non-existent, style was stuttery, analysis was woeful....argg. wtf am i even doing here get whipped left right centre. anyway, the social function at the port office or post office whatever was totally awesome and the bar tab courtesy of the UQ hosts more than made up for the fiasco in the opening night @ the Grosvenor. probably blog about it tmr or something. too fucking tired. how can debating not be a varsity sport when one gets pissed drunk and sleeps at like 2 and wakes up at 7.00 the next day to catch the fucking bus and spend the next 12 hrs of the day doing 3 separate debates?