Win: The Eagles lost, The Steelers won, subsequently my office is quiet except for the occasional sniffle/lump swallowing. Oh, and my constant assholish jeering. Because that's the kind of person I am.
Fail: It's fucking Hoth outside. And I'm at work. And it's Monday. And I'm full of chicken soup and can think of nothing more appealing than passing out for a solid 4 hours.
Overheard of the day: "Having sampled the sausage, I have to say it went really well with the whole Green Giant/Bird's Eye party in my mouth."
Nobody talk to me. Nobody human has anything to say to me today.
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