So I watched the Superbowl and even followed the ball a few times.
I adored my Billy Boy...they caught a great shot of him being bored stiff by Shrubby the Elder.
Mostly I just consumed food and alcohol though.
In 26 minutes it will be my birthday. Hurray(?) for 23.
I oscilate between believing that I'm taking things at my own pace or that I'm hiding. I think thats what my pace might be. I've taken myself out of the race and I'm just idling along.
Oh well, I'll worry some more about it after tommorow. For now i'm going to start celebrating a few minutes early.
