Stopping for dinner

on 6:20 PM

So, I stop for dinner - as I often do - on the way from Philly back to Boston. I realized I had turned off my 'home' mobile phone after forwarding it to my 'work' mobile phone. So I turned it on.

Here's the thing. I like to follow both Philadelphia and Boston sports. So I get text messages whenever there's a score change, so if I'm not able to watch or listen, I can still follow the games.

So the Bruins + Flyers each had two games this weekend. The Eagles + Patriots also played. So I just had to spend 20 minutes of my life scrolling through text messages watching two of the best hockey teams go through their games and the Patriots blow out the Cards. And when it was over, I couldn't remember if I had seen a single text from the Eagles game.

On a personal level, that hurt something fierce.

That was a frustrating three hours, even if I did spend it at my brother's apartment, and it was fun hanging with him. Even though he took too much fun kicking my @$$ on Halo + Perfect Dark.

Get a PS3, and we'll see who spanks who, Thomas.

Odd how everything always comes back to one's family, isn't it?

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