Something very discomforting occured in my sleep last night. I had a dream that I had the chance to go to either a concert or a football game and what did I choose?
The football game.
It worries me, because I didn't think I was the type to choose a sporting event over a good show. Unless maybe the show was Lifehouse or Clay Aiken. But I don't remember what it was, I just remember I was really excited to see a game played between the Green Bay Packers and some Florida team. Who am I? Have I been denying impulses my entire life and I'm really just a cheesehead wearing, stadium nachos eating, jersey donning football fan?
It's a scary thought.
What's even more scary is that I went to the football game with my old high school history teacher, Coach Nichols.