Tim Miller, you’re in danger.

Get it together, Hawks!

I got up this am with plenty of time to get Mom’s free birthday coffee, check out the new Vanity Fair, lounge about. But now it is clear I have overdicked it. IYKYK.

I want to be a good, ethical person of principle. I strive to be that. But chestnut praline…

I’ve always been a troubled sleeper, but the loss of ability to maintain a consistent body temperature is a fun new wrinkle. How can I sleep if I’m adjusting the blankets every two minutes?

It’s my mom’s birthday. I sure hope the universe sees fit to give her the best birthday ever. Today would be a really good day, Universe.

Of course today is the best hair day I’ve had in months.

I have abandoned my Christmas knitting project. Today seems a good day to get back to it.

Oh, shit, I probably should bathe my coats.

Friends, my phone was in the massive pile of throw blankets I call a bed. But that massive pile of blankets is necessary! Last night, Bruno refused to join me under the covers but was shivering. No one had to move for me to get him covered. I’m totally normal, I swear.

I have no idea where my phone is.

Eating cream of wheat at 1 pm like the boss I am.

That was way too easy.

Just kick it!

Throw to the end zone or sidelines only! I do not trust Washington to execute this properly.

Hey, NFL, again I say you have a big, huge, gigantic problem.

You have a huge problem, NFL.

Give up a TD and get a 15-yard penalty for taunting? That’s a choice.

I hate Josh Allen, but I’ll say that shoulda been flagged.

It’s so demoralizing when potential gigs just flame out for no apparent reason from my perspective. People should be more upfront with their intentions. If you were looking at booking someone else, it actually sucks that you’d schedule an appointment with me then cancel it day of.

The graphics on the displayed line of scrimmage and line to gain have gotten so good, I had a hard time convincing my mom the red line at the 20 is different.

So, yeah, this Christmas is gonna suck as much as last year’s did. Someone pay me to do something.

We’ve entered the part of the season where who we root for to win gets strange. I hate it. We haven’t had to do this much in the Mahomes era.

Kelly Scaletta put up an interesting thread earlier today about the connection between the boat attacks, Sinaloa, and the pardons of former Honduran president / drug king Juan Orlando Hernández & crypto-criminal "CZ" Zhao. As expected, fabulous riches pouring into Trump's coffers from all of them.

Totally stoked about having no income prospects for December. No one needs money during the holiday season, right?

Auburn needs to do some ball security work in the offseason.

Auburn is trying sooooo hard to lose possession here.

Did I make more food than I really needed for dinner? Yes. Did I eat it all anyway because it was really tasty? Also yes.

Me, starting this book: why is it only flashing back to 2000? I thought the incident happened when these adults were young children? In other news, my creaky bones and I are just gonna go to bed now.

Me when my 20-lb hound and my 17-lb pug are both on leashes trying to find spots to poop.

Do I particularly care about Minnesota vs Wisconsin? Not really. (I should as a UW alum, but I just don’t.) But will I watch this game because it’s a snow game? Oh, yes, I will!

Think everyone has me muted. I get it. I wish I could shut myself up, too.

Just might have to watch Shakespeare in Love tonight.

I can’t sleep without a fan on but with a fan on I can’t hear the rain and I love listening to the rain. Who really needs sleep anyway?

Vaccines save lives. Vaccine denial kills.

I have a volunteer shift this evening and I super much don’t want to.

I’m having a deeply shitty weekend and it’s only Friday afternoon.

Mom brought home one piece of pie. I naturally assumed we’d split it. But she just ate the whole damn thing herself. I honestly might cry.

Nothing like the sound of a dog puking to get you out of bed on a cold, sleep in day.

I’m still very irked.

We’re a Thanksgiving dinner is an evening meal family, so this thing where we ate at 1:30 is weird. I’m not a fan, tbh.

The Ravens only have 106 feet between them. They’re going to run out of feet to shoot soon.

I am in desperate need of an ADHD productivity burst.

Now I’m just in a shitty mood.

How is that on the defender?

If we were ever gonna get one of those defensive scores, now would be a great time.

And then he does that.

Does Mahomes need a sports psychologist? He just seems so off.

This team is so frustrating.