Fumbling my way through the week

Stupid Vikings. They got this fair-weather fan on the bandwagon at the beginning of the season and now I'm mourning with my fellow Minnesotans. Yesterday, most conversations I had went like this...Me: "Hey, how are you?" Everybody else: "Well...you know." And yes. We all knew. The game was a heartbreaker.

Not even last night's episode of The Bachelor and all its awkward craptastic-ness could pull me out of the funk. It's not that I care that much about the Vikings. It's more that I can't believe I spent nearly 4 hours of my weekend completely stressing out—high blood pressure, rapid heartbeat, lots of yelling at the TV—for nothing.

Today I received an e-mail invite to our office's annual Super Bowl Potluck and the invite from the Fun Committee used this photo:

See, not even the FUN Committee could be excited about it. But the world will go on. I'll cheer the Colts to victory. And after all is said and done, I still have the Winter Olympics and a few more months of hockey to look forward to.

So this was my really long way of saying I just don’t feel like writing a thoughtful blog post today. It’s not just the Vikings. It’s January weather. It’s being sick of staring at my computer. And it’s that I have no words to respond to John Travolta flying Scientology ministers to Haiti to “re-establish communication within the body by touching people through their clothes...” Ummmm, yeah. Goodnight.