mood: amused, in a predatory way

last night's sleep rating: C+

rounds start: now

who's late? Foreman. Poor baby! Note to self: make a big deal of taking him to lunch since he'll probably be short on cash. I know for sure he owes money to Wilson.

I think I saved Wilson's life last night -- he actually wanted to go watch the game in a sports bar. I pointed out the very high probablility of bodily harm if he showed his Patriot loving face anywhere around here. He thought there was a place in in outer Plainsboro where he could cheer for the Pats without getting himself killed, but I balked -- I really didn't feel like trekking all the way out there just to go to some stupid Paddy O'Hooligan's type place. Plus, you never know -- it could be a trap.

He finally relented. We ended up over at his place (the things I do for this guy.) It wasn't too bad, even though Julie won't let me smoke cigars. She and I ended up playing UNO when we got bored with the football game. Even the commercials were kind of boring. I did like the FedEx ad and the ones with the chimps and the cat and the ketchup. At least the halftime show wasn't too embarrassing.