It's the month of love...

...and yet I'm feeling the hate. Why?

Well, there are two main reasons. One is trite but somewhat understandable, the other is just stupid. I'll leave you to decide which is which.

Reason one: I'm sick. The runny-nose, fatigue, hacking coughs, waking up at five in the morning because the stupid NyQuil stopped working kind of sick. And it's been cold outside, so when I've gone to the stables I've basically turned into Rudolph, but with more ick and less holiday cheer. It's unpleasant.

Reason two: This one sort of needs a bit of an explanation. Once a year, I turn into something worse than Mick Jagger's skin-tight leathers. I turn into a football fan.

On Superbowl Sunday, it doesn't matter that I don't know diddly about football--it doesn't matter that this is literally THE only football game I watch all season. I turn into a raving, jumping, screaming lunatic for several hours. I'm not sure why, it just happens--in the same way that I turn into a soccer fan when the World Cup final rolls around (and I actually hate soccer even more than I hate football, because at least nobody's ever tried to make me PLAY football).

But basically, this Superbowl PISSED ME OFF. Ever since a few years ago, when our own dear (or not so dear) Seahawks made it to the Superbowl and got cheated by those ridiculously biased refs, I've held a grudge against those refs--and against the Steelers. Who made it again this year, and who VERY NEARLY LOST IN THE FINAL QUARTER.

And granted, the reason they didn't lose is because apparently, the Cardinals can't play defense for shit (actually, their offense wasn't too great either), but that is not good enough. KARMA HAS FAILED ME. I am not pleased. Also the halftime show was stupid and I wound up not watching it and instead doing Chem homework. Very disappointing, Superbowl.

Which actually fits in perfectly with the rest of the year. February has some major work to do before it can turn things around.