This whole week, I haven’t know what day it was. Two days ago, I got home from work and said to Lady BFC “man, it feels like a Thursday, and it’s only Tuesday.” Turns out :SPOILER ALERT: it WAS Thursday. Fuck. And it doesn’t help that we had a preseason NFL game that day but the next game is on a Wednesday. What the shit.
So now it’s, I want to say, Saturday? And there isn’t SHIT on the sporting calendar. I mean, there’s some soccer, if you’re into that sort of thing, and baseball, which I’ll leave to tWBS, and I think the WNBA, golf, and tennis are all on and equally riveting. But I’m sitting here watching some AFL replays and waiting for the time to be appropriate for me to go to a brewery without looking for a sponsor. Damn time zones.
Oh, and I guess I’m reading these stories about how Dreamboat doesn’t think it’s anyone’s business he got Aikman’d last year. Guess I’ll just leave this here: