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I wish I could tell you how many great things I accomplished today, but my major triumph was getting out of bed before noon. And I didn’t hang myself from the rafters because of despair over the miserable weather. That was good, too.
It would be wrong to celebrate these achievements, however. After all, if I’m going to define myself by what I didn’t do, I could also point out that I didn’t get hammered on Jose Cuervo and shoot out the lights, or max out my credit card on unnecessary plastic items. What I did do: nothing productive. I rather enjoyed the finishes of the Raiders-Chiefs game and the NASCAR race, but other than that: nothing much.
Naturally, I blame myself. That’s fairly easy when nobody else kept me awake until four o’clock in the morning. I did it. I started watching a movie at 1:30 am. And I kept listening to the Classic Rock Vault radio station on Rhapsody, song after song, just because whatever song was playing at the time was one I couldn’t bring myself to turn off. I therefore was the one to blame for making it necessary for me to lounge lethargically through a rainy Sunday. | 
