What is this "super-bowl" you speak of?

What a fantastic Sunday.

The temperature has picked up again in the Valley, which means the winds will pick up too and then all the mountains will go up in flames. Again. But for now, its nice enough for me to go have a bagel and coffee and sit outside with the newspaper. I want to go to the beach, but I wont enjoy it until its warmer there too, which is still another month or two away.

I’m also enjoying today for the simple fact that I’m not hung-over. This week hasn’t really followed the sober and productive path that I intended it to, though taxes are done and I managed to make it to work as scheduled, so I’m not beating myself up about it. I’ll let whatever substances that are still in my system to that for me. I do, however, miss the gym. I got a game of tennis in earlier in the week, but two hours of trying to hit a ball with a racket doesn’t really push me to the physical extreme. Plus, my apartment looks like I was robbed. By monkeys. Who can’t do dishes. So I gotta do that soon.

The big game starts in a few, and I don’t really care. I will probably go over to Craig’s, eat their food, drink my supply of High Life that I keep in their fridge, and watch commercials that cost more money than I can ever hope to have at one time. Hasta.