My brother came over last night to watch Monday Night Football. So the apartment plus my brother sat around, whooping and hollering, which is unusual for us. The Packers destroyed Miami. I never enjoyed watching football as a kid, except as an excuse to take an afternoon nap on the couch with my dad’s blessing. I think it was not cool then because of all the instant replay jazz. Nowadays, things move, they make sure you always know the score, and the yellow first down line always shows how amazing a gain really was. In short, it’s more like a video game. Mmmm, multiple sources of information…
The novel goes (it feels weird to not be typing in Word). You can read it here. 42,000 words to go! Aagh! Until I said that, I thought I was doing pretty well.