Sunday, February 1, 2015

SuperBowl Party

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.

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