Sundays could become bad. I may not get more exercise than walking the length of this (or our next) apartment. I may not get dressed. Showering may become optional.

It won't be so bad if I don't watch football games beginning at 1 p.m., but the point is, from 7 p.m. on, I'll be a little busy. It dawned on Casey and me tonight: 7 p.m., Gilmore Girls reruns on the WB; 8 p.m., The Simpsons; 8:30, King of the Hill; 9, The Sopranos; 10, Adult Swim. Sundays just became Pizza Night.

The Sopranos began in fine style tonight, with plenty of new plot twists, and Meadow barely made an appearance. They've already whacked someone this season too, which I'd expected. And I'm just too tired to write a more comprehensive review.

But let us turn to college football once more. The final count from yesterday: Notre Dame 25, Michigan 23, Dan's Beers 7. I went to the gamewatch hosted by the ND club of NYC held at Ship of Fools on the Upper East Side. I left my barstool three times to visit the men's room downstairs, but otherwise I sat their watching the game with Mia and other Domers until Casey and Kerry walked in early in the second half. The best part was the half-dozen or so Michigan fans who thought they belonged. They got what they deserved.

But the heavy drinking and the wings later at the Back Page did me in for today. I wasn't up for the $18 all-you-can-eat wings and three pitcher special at Down the Hatch in the Village. I had a cheeseburger and a couple of beers, but then I couldn't pull my eyes away from the TVs, which were hard to see anyway, and I didn't really care about the games. The worst part was I couldn't figure out why I felt so sluggish and out of it. When Carey's boyfriend Matt started shuffling the cards and a five-player game of Asshole commenced, I lost just about all interest in being there. I never liked drinking games, and avoided them in college. Let me drink, don't tell me how or when to do it. I'll watch you get stupid. So I played a hand (and came away as vice president), but couldn't shake the feeling that I was bringing the party down.

But I've been feeling better since getting home. I'm still settling into this Monday-Friday work routine, so it'll take a few weeks, but I'm looking forward to it. Soon it will all feel right.