sleepy . . .

[kjpepper]

So quiet today - it kinda passed in a blur, as the pattern for today kept seeming like me waking up, pottering around doing little things, and somehow going back to sleep. It's nine o'clock already, almost - how did that happen?

I should turn on the Super Bowl, just for a minute, just to see where the game stands. I don't really care, mind - football isn't really my thing, though I do enjoy the popcorn and subs (not so much the beer. ack) that usually comes with a super bowl party. I guess I view watching sports on TV the same way as I view watching comedy movies that you know all the punch lines for - it's really no fun unless you're with a group of people that are going to get just as silly about it as you are. What is football anyway but the lone excuse for the straight American male to grab another man's butt with impunity and through lots and lots of padding?

Bah. The British do it better I think. Same game. different name. No pads. More dangerous. Stripy shirts. More blood. Yay. Especially when girls play it. Rugby girls are fucking brutal, yo.

I might make it an early night tonight. Sleep is good. Still need to finish We for tomorrow, but that's so a curl up in bed activity, and I don't consider reading "real" homework anyways.

Comments

[peacockdress.livejournal.com]

Yeah - and ask Sheangel about the England women's soccer team. . . and hockey played not on ice, but on mud. . .

Superbowls and breasts

[jaicat.livejournal.com]

Ah, but having missed the Super Bowl means you missed the "accidental" total exposure of Janet Jackson's breast. Justin Timberlake ripped off part of her costume during the half-time show.