Cheery bastard, aren't I?

Sorry about yesterday. I hadn’t had enough caffeine, I think. That, and after a great couple of weeks of family reunions (and snot), I’ve been back at work doing a job that could be managed by a newt with a limp, and I was feeling slightly unfulfilled. And down.
Plus, the after effects of the flu bug are still lingering. Every night at work this week I was shattered by 2 or 3am, and as soon as I got home I was sleeping like a baby that had just crawled the New York Marathon. I’ve had some shitey illnesses in my time, but this one is a real doozey, as our American friends might say. Hopefully next time my immune system is run down I’ll just pick up something simple like Ebola.

Tomorrow night it’s the Super Bowl. I’m excited, as I’m one of those rare English people that actually likes American Football. I think it’s because I took the time and effort to learn the rules, study the history and come to understand it, rather than just calling it ‘rugby for poofs.’ I admire the intellectual, tactical battle that goes on between the coaches. As far as I can tell, they plan their moves towards victory and send out their troops with complete disregard for their health, safety or happiness. It’s like chess with violence.
My sister Hannah says I like it because it gives me a chance to indulge my American-esque delight for binge eating and beer.
And I thought she didn’t know me..

RC 31-1-09
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