First. Notre Dame won their game against Michigan State even though they played for shit and had four, count them, four, turnovers.

I believe we are now leading the world in turnovers. Would you like a turnover? Apple or cherry? They’re piping hot.

So, there’s that. I am happy about the win, I’m happy we’re not 3 and 0 like I thought we’d be, but I’m unhappy about the defense, the turnovers, and the general state of the union.

Secondly, I went out with B., my ghost of Christmases past, my prom date, my boyfriend of my formative years, and God, was it heady stuff.

He rang the doorbell and honestly, all could do was stare for a moment. He looks older, to be sure (file that one under “duh”), but in so many ways he looks exactly the same – smooth-skinned, massively green-eyed, and intense as all get-out, that I had to catch my breath.

We held each other for a few minutes, and it felt like coming home.

(I am well aware that the previous sentence sounds like some cheesy fucking shit from a Danielle Steel novel. I cringed, too.)

Anyway, it was a great night, really fucking special and deep and kind of romantic, and we’re going out again tonight.

I feel comfortable. It’s nice. Who knows if anything will come of it, but for now, it’s really nice.

Thirdly, I must go and watch the Bears, which is always a crapshoot. More tomorrow.

Happy Sunday.

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