I find myself in a particularly foul temperament this morning, even for a Monday.  It’s only 9:30, and the day is already heading south rapidly, possibly setting the tone for an entire week of foul-ness.  I woke up entirely too early for one thing.  That’s not so unusual an occurrence, and generally easily overcome by the newspaper and a pot of coffee, but my paper didn’t even show up today.  Yep gonna be one of those weeks.  Another contributing factor is my less-than-brilliant decision to get braces several weeks ago.  I guess it’s been about six weeks now, and they are still nothing less than miserable.  Granted, I seem to make more than my share of poor decisions, but I’d rank this one right up there with joining the Army, or working for Saga.

I suppose I am obligated to recap our weekend, although it may have a rather negative slant to it.  It probably usually does anyway.  Friday was no doubt the highlight of the weekend.  For one thing, I had the day off, which always makes for a solid day.  We puttered around the city not doing a whole lot all afternoon, then met up with the regular gang down at the Brooksider around 3:00.  Later in the day a veritable horde of co-workers showed up to join us, and we ended up staying the dreaded way-too-long.

Saturday didn’t bring much in the way of entertainment, for me at least.  I ran the dogs for a bit to wear them out, watched the MU game, and that’s about it.  Meanwhile, Donette attended various “girls-only” activities.  Her social engagements went well into the evening, leaving me and the mutts alone to play Doom III and watch movies.  I bought that Doom game several weeks ago (yeah I know it’s like a 5 year old game) in my ongoing attempt to enjoy computer games.  At this point I have to think I am never going to figure out those stupid games.  I pretty much just run around lost, running into walls and getting beat up by random creatures.  Sort of like a virtual version of my actual day;  At least I can turn the game off.

Sunday, of course, was the big Superbowl game, woo-hoo.  We went to a party, so that ain’t all bad.  These stupid braces cut into my enjoyment something fierce though.  They had a huge BBQ spread out for the game;  Ribs, brisket, burnt ends, pork, and sausage.  Hmmm, where to start?  I ended up with a double serving of macaroni.  I tried to gnaw through a few chunks of pork but they just tasted like pain.  Hey, only 18 months to go.