Everything smells like hot plastic. Yoda must be ready for bed. I was trying to find something interesting to link to but it all looked lame. Who cares about the SuperBowl? I called my Mom and Dad at around 3:20pm yesterday and Mom said, “We’re watching the SuperBowl” and I’m like, “Oh. Is that on? I don’t want to tear you away,” and Mom’s like “oh no.” So we visit and then she gives the phone to Dad who says, “When is this damn football game going to start?” I have no idea. I just saw the part when Bono was running around and all the pretty, young extras shipped in to stand around the stage lifted their fists to the air. I love U2 so it was all perfect to me.
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