we are grateful for our iron lung

so I went to remove my tag from my dead Honda. It was in Purgatory for Wrecked Cars. Surrounded by some horrific wrecks. It looked...healthy. Comparatively. The insurance company coughed up some cash for it. Normally I'd blow all that money. But I think I might actually do something moderately intelligent with it.

Except for Rock Band. I'm buying Rock Band.

bills

I've been a Buffalo Bills fan for about 20 years. I don't remember why I chose them. But I did. And this was before they went (and lost) to four Super Bowls. I went through that. Not as a geographical fan. But as a fan. So tonight, in the midst of vacating as only I do (not going anywhere, but not working), I watched them play with the undefeated cowboys for 3 quarters and 14:58 seconds. And then, in the way that only one who follows the Bills would understand and accept, they blew it.

I am not shocked. I'm not even that upset by it. Choosing the bills arbitrarily as I did, I should have expected no less.

My fall week off has begun. I'd like to tell you tales of adventure, but truthfully, I'm just kind of hanging around. I should probably go somewhere. But I'm horrible at planning such events. So I'm here. Not working. Sleeping late. Playing Halo. Edging the driveway. Laundering.

There's a nagging feeling that I should GO SOMEWHERE during my week off. I WENT SOMEWHERE in August, though. And honestly, I could not spend money and that wouldn't be a bad thing. I must resist this pressure. I think I will play disc golf tomorrow. And perhaps, if the mood strikes me, I will play some Halo.

So say we all.