We combined my wife's birthday with my son-in-law's SuperBowl part. Me being at a SuperBowl party is like a Jew attending Mass: as cultural enrichment, maybe, but otherwise: Huh?
The food was excellent: my son and girlfriend made mac & cheese with bacon & jalapenos; my daughter made stuffed jalapenos and buffalo wings; not a night for mellow food. I am still awake, perhaps from cutting my Prozac back to 20 mg. I have been waking up feeling drugged. Perhaps the M&Ms after dinner are contributing to my insomnia, if the food itself isn't enough explanation.
No comments:
Post a Comment