Football Isn't Football, But It Is Football

I'm being dragged to a football game this afternoon. I say dragged because I'm tired and I would rather sleep or sleep or sit and drink coffee and think about things--like what percentage of my body is actually made out of water at any given moment or whether or not the Australian flag should be redesigned or if I was falling out of an airplane but didn't have a parachute what kind of landing environment I would aim for--but I know that I will probably have fun.

I don't like fun.

I don't DO fun.

Ok, so fun is alright. In moderation. But before I go to meet the Draggers I think I'll make a field trip to the coffee shop. I'll let you know, dear reader, just what conclusions I may reach.