the Saints are going to give me a heart attack

I half-way watched the first part of the game yesterday at a bar near my house, trying to wake up. Ate a cheeseburger, drank a few Abitas, rubbed my temples and rested my swollen, abused feet. But by the time 4th quarter rolled around, I was wide awake and yelling at the TV with the rest of the crowd, had to get up and walk out at one point because the game was stressing me out so much. But they won, by some miracle, despite their best efforts to fuck it all up in the second half.

Later on, I played indoor soccer with a friend at Wal-greens while waiting on his girlfriend’s prescription, nearly got us thrown out. Apparently you have to buy the ball first.