... and the river is called DENIAL. I refuse to accept the Patriots' loss in the Superbowl last night. I am very upset. I have the urge to curl up in a fetal position under my desk (this is also due to lack of sleep and a slight hangover). I have little capability to create a clever and witty Monday morning post. Henceforth, I shall pretend last night's game didn't happen (which also means I didn't drink 3 mimosas and 7 beers, or eat a gluttonous amount of highly processed food in my sweatpants all day.)
That is all. For now.