"I am so glad we don't live on the East Coast."
That was the moment Boyfriend and I almost broke up last night.
He clarified that he was glad that we didn't live in the Eastern Time Zone because it would have been 11 PM when there was 10 minutes left in the LSU-Alabama game (instead of 10 PM like it was in Chicago).
It's surprising how fast I was ready to give up 3.5 years of a good thing over a simple statement that is (for now) completely hypothetical.
Also the fact that we were still watching that sham of a BCS game means that clearly we both hate ourselves and deserve nothing but misery.