I blame myself, really. Not for the loss, but for the fact that I could’ve done so much more with my time today. It’s not like I don’t have stuff to do. I could’ve done household projects, spent the day barbecuing like some people here, learning to tango, writing porn. The options were practically limitless.
Instead, I watched Texans football. Because I’m loyal and deeply stupid, and at least I can drink when watching football, as opposed to, say, replacing the ballast in a fluorescent light fixture in my bathroom. And I do it for y’all as much as I do it for myself.