Thursday. Thursday?
Holy headcold, Batman: it’s Thursday already.
Apparently I’ve been suckered into attending my Very First American Football Game this Saturday. I’m not sure how. It involved a professor (who may or may not have made a guest appearance in a previous comic; crap.) with two tickets to give, and an inability to take “yes, I’ve really never been to one” as truth. Stay tuned as this adventure unfolds.
Speaking of “Saturday”, last week was completely worth the effort. I spent the week beforehand bemoaning the fact that I’d bought the ticket, because I didn’t have time to take a night off, yada yada blah etc. “Irony’s funny like that,” she says as she coughs again. Regardless: awesome night, but the nameless-wonders who opened could have played a song or three fewer, and I wouldn’t have minded a bit…
Confidential to the woman who told me I shouldn’t make phone calls when I have a cold, on account of being difficult to understand: I appreciate your word of advice, and look forward to your substitute paycheck in the mail.
