How I missed Prison Break

For those of you who may be semi-long term readers of this space, you likely remember how annoyingly often I used to talk about Prison Break. It really is one of the best written shows on TV (which, granted, sounds more like a "smartest Spice Girl" kind of comment) despite its sometimes mediocre-to-bad acting.

All that said, I missed all but the last 5-10 minutes of the show last night. Granted, for those who saw it, that was a pretty major plot development I managed to catch, but still. You might be left wondering "why did he miss it?"

Well, turns out when you have barely drawn a sober breath in days, you forget little details. I spoke to my grandpa on Saturday and Sunday nights, but I had been drinking all afternoon at both points, so my attention to detail was debatable. I agreed to head out to my aunt and uncle's place in Burlington to dig a trench for my grandpa, who was doing a little deck-type thing near their pool while they were away SCUBA diving this week. So, I took my computer-sitting, white-hard-hat-wearing, pussy-ass-piper hands, grabbed a pick and a shovel, and proceeded to get an honest-to-God blister on my right hand.

And that's how I missed Prison Break.