"Okay," I says to myself this morning, "I'll avoid all radio, television, Internets and other sundry media input until I get that watched so as not to spoil the surprise for myself."
Yep. DVR the friggin Super Bowl and expect to get through a day without hearing who won. Brilliant idea.
Guess what the very first thing I did this morning was?
I leaned out the front door of the apartment to snatch the newspaper up off the floor and toss it into the apartment, unread, like I always do, just so the fucker next door doesn't steal it.
So, I guess my earlier plan is fucked and I'll just take in as much Internets as I please.