Superbowl #...whatever
Superbowl Sunday excites me about as much as a root canal would. I hate football. Out of some strange kind of patriotic duty, I turned it on (over an hour late... I didn't know when it started) because I figure there are at least good commercials. Problem is, I'm so used to tuning out advertisements that I forget to pay attention during commercial breaks until they're almost over. So I'm basically sitting here, reading my book and occasionally glancing up at the TV when it dawns on me that there are commercials on. But anyway, Go Bears! (Yeah, I know.)
Bring on March Madness. That's my one month a year of being a sports fan, sort of.
In other news, I've had a perfectly lazy weekend. Yesterday, all I did was read. I finished Honeymoon (hate, hate, hate his writing style, but he does weave an intriguing storyline), read all of A Mango-Shaped Space (very good!), and started in on A Girl Named Zippy (I'll weigh in once I finish). Today, all I've done is watch the rest of "Scrubs" Season Two, including all the bonus material. And episodes with commentary. You're all totally jealous of my fascinating and sophisticated lifestyle.