Re: the game. I was thoroughly confused often. Again, that's par. But all the yellow flags and what they meant required me to query
The half-time show was . . . interesting. The musical entertainment was terribly lackluster, downright uninspiring. But Janet Jackson's boob as revealed by Justin Timberlake was a nice bit of titillation (pun, sorry). Kristin's sister has a TiVo, so after the flash, she called her so we could get a slow-mo/close-up description of the event. Silver pasties. Pffft.
Waking up this morning did not top my list of fun things to do, though. I wasn't hung over, because I didn't drink all that much, but I was quite groggy. The whole going to bed late paired with the Clonazepam conspired to making the morning a rather fuzzy-headed blur. So I took a few hours off work this afternoon.
But now the fun weekend is drawing to a close.
Writing stats:
If Max hadn't called about his theatre project, I would have accomplished nothing this weekend. So I'm waving around "Icarus Exult" as my badge of productivity.
This week, back to the grind, dammit!