yesterday’s super bowl was pretty fun because none of us actually cared about the game and thus arbitrarily assigned an even number of ‘fans’ to each team, who then began talking major shit on the opposing ‘fans’ for no reason other than it was fun. i don’t think i could have named three players on the eagles before yesterday, but i sure did curse those damn patriots when they scored. and intercepted. and generally did much better. luckily, as only a fan-for-the-day, i was able to let go of the pain of loss within a matter of minutes. the beer and nachos also helped. plus, did you catch american dad a bit later? i’m unsure if i loved it, but i did laugh plenty, so that’s a start.

then this morning i awoke with unusual ease — none of that normal fumbling around and cursing that i had to get out of bed — and on the way to work stopped at an intersection opposite a car being pinned down at gunpoint by three squad cars and at least 5 or 6 officers. i don’t know what that guy had done, but i hope he didn’t make any rash moves and get blown away. i guess i’ll never know, the light changed and i had to make a turn.