Jon and T dragged me to the Superbowl this week. We went to Florida to visit Tico, and Jon (being Jon) knows a guy who knows a guy who got us seats. I love them for trying to cheer me up. It worked somewhat. I found myself enjoying the game, though none of my teams were playing.
I actually had an ‘oh shit’ moment when I realized that I went the whole first half without thinking about Jen.
Why do I feel like fucking hell for that, Asshole?
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