It's Superbowl Sunday today. I'm writing this blog with the game about to start. I'm not sure how much I'm going to watch it - I don't really care who wins (if I had to choose, I hope it's the Eagles because I don't care for the numerous times during games that they cut to Taylor Swift cheering on the Chiefs). And I don't care for the halftime show this year - I don't really know who Kendrick Lamar is, and I certainly don't know any of his music. And I don't care for the Superbowl ads - it's ridiculous that that's a thing. I've already made a mistake today. I watched some of the Puppy Bowl earlier in the day. Congratulations on Team Fluff narrowly squeezing out a victory against Team Ruff by the score of 68-66. It'a basically an extended ad for a load of cute puppies that are up for adoption. And it got me really depressed. I really would like to get a dog, but I can't do where I live now. And that makes me sad. Especially now I'm working from home full-time, I could really do with the company of a dog throughout the day. Maybe I need to give more serious thought to moving - just so that I can get a dog.
