When your emotions are already on edge, do not go to a wedding rehearsal and then listen to a lot of country music alone in your apartment. I mean, do go to the rehearsal, but skip the other part. After all, you still have to go to the wedding tomorrow, and you don’t want to show up all puffy-eyed like this before the thing even starts.

I’m watching the Texas/Alabama game. You know, because I need to witness this moment in the cultural, uh, zeitgeist.

Okay, fine, every now and then I enjoy watching a little football. But I’m still a nerd, goshdarnit.

This particular game, though, is not all that enjoyable. Everything after Colt McCoy’s game-ending injury right out of the gate has been more or less embarrassing for everyone involved. I want to give that poor backup quarterback a big hug and tell him it’s not his fault.

One thing Texas does have is better majorettes. I only saw two of them out there, but those two ladies could twirl circles around Alabama’s dozen bumblers. It’s the small victories that matter, right?

(By the way, the Bloglines problem seems to have fixed itself.)