By which I mean, time to take down that dusty old journal entry from November. Yeah, don't expect me to journal very frequently. I've always kind of felt it to be a waste of time. Wow, bet you're really glad you decided to read this entry, aren't you?

So I put on a Super Bowl party for work last night, with hot wings, platters, and chips and salsa (you can see where my priorities lie) and mostly worked on homework and talked to the other CAs in attendance. I'm not a big football fan, personally.

Don't get me wrong, it's not as boring as golf (WORST spectator sport EVER), but not something I tend to pay attention to either, unless it's to make fun of the people on screen. (This is one of my favorite pastimes, and something I do even when I watch TV alone.) Like when those people let a guy from the other team make a touchdown run from the other side of the field. Ouch.

Too bad. I was kind of "rooting for" the Cardinals too. I guess I just can't resist the appeal of the underdog. Which is probably why I'm forever falling in love with series that are about to be canned, or bands that are about to break up, or characters that are about to get killed off.

You know, it's probably a very good thing I have a sense of humor.