I'll have mine with vanilla flavored whipped cream

It's halftime, so I thought I'd pull myself off the couch for a few minutes.

You know, it keeps happening to me lately that I think I know someone, but I don't. Has it always been this way? Have I always just assumed I know where people are coming from, but I never really had a clue?

Probably.

They say no man is an island, but that's exactly what every man is. And by man, I mean person. We are alone in our oceans, misunderstanding and misunderstood. Deserted.

Deserted? Dessert?

Yes, thank you - the game is almost back on!