Sports watching can be a stressful way to relax. Instead of a Thursday night treat of watching your team rumble over a weaker opponent, it can cause what will be a week and a half of "update checking" and worry. When you watch your QB go down and limp on the field, a stone the heft of Pouncey settles on your chest and your shoulders melt. You repeat yourself, "This is not good. This is not good." And even a win, while satisfying, still doesn't feel like a win. From your couch, you do things like vow to the Browns you will not forget this. Ever.
On the writing front, this is all fodder. Sick, sick fodder.
Today I went from 13 pages behind schedule to only 7 pages behind schedule. Progress. And, finally, after much patience with the characters, I got to write the line "that's what she said." I knew those guys would get around to it at some point.
* I suppose I should add an apology to Steph, who was probably again sickened by my inclusion of the Rothelisburger injury video.
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