I stayed off social media last night because I didn’t want Downton Abbey to be spoiled for me. Catching up today, it looks like a lot of my friends were drunkenly liveblogging the Superbowl. I’m not entirely sure who was playing, and I think most of Twitter was just watching the commercials, but I found out who performed at halftime, because my entire Facebook feed posted that the football was great, and imma let you finish, but Beyonce had the greatest halftime show of all time! Also I’m not sure who won but they got to put a ring on it.
Also the power went out in the Superdome which is a real thing that happened yesterday and not heavy-handed symbolism in a self-pubbed dystopian novel about the decline of the American empire.
My friends who weren’t commenting on the Superbowl were all posting links to this story about the discovery of the body of Richard III, and making really elaborate jokes hinging on the Battle of Bosworth’s Parking Deck or Alas, why would you heap this tarmac on me? or Zounds, he dies; I had forgot the grave.
And in conclusion, my friends are pretty awesome.
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