I'm not usually one to complain about my mood. I normally keep my feelings of anger of depression with me and me alone. I realize other people have their own stuff going on, so why would I burden someone with my baggage when they already have their own? I've always felt this way, ever since I was young. Today though, today I will temporarily change. Today I was going to go to this grinder shop and get a grinder with prosciutto, pastrami and mozzarella. To my chagrin, they are closed. Whatever, that's fine, the grinder place is out of the way and isn't in the best neighborhood. So I figured I'll get some sushi down the street. That's closed as well. Now I'm stuck watching arguably the fight of the year on an empty stomach. At least Francisco Rodriguez Jr. and Katsunari Takayama are keeping me distracted from my hunger, if only momentarily.