How cut off am *I* from reality? I totally didn't realize that this weekend was Superbowl weekend. In fact, I didn't even really have any idea what was happening with the football at all this year. Huh. I guess that's quasi understandable in that I don't give a flying rat's ass about football generally (outside of the Florida/Florida State game every year -- Gators!) but it just struck me as a sign that I, clearly, am living in a world not unlike a sensory deprivation chamber. Okay, maybe it's much unlike that, but I think you get the point I'm trying to make. My roof? A rock. And really? I'm rather comfortable with that as a general rule.
Anyway. Today I'm going to be productive. I swear it. Really. No, *really* really.