For the love of this country...

Well, another saturday has come and almost gone. I accomplished jack squat, and as usual had a million things I could of done. I just lacked sufficent motivation for anything too productive , so I feel I'm on par for the day. I bought some groceries. Got new cables for my bicycle. Bought materials for a couple projects at the Home Despot (salute, about face...). Built a riser for the computer monitor. That was enough. So I didn't clean out the garage, or the basement, or do the dishes, or finish wiring the bathroom. Big whoop. It's my day off. I didn't re-do the brake lines on the bike, or add ram to the computer, or build the laudry area shelf, or install the software for the new scanner. Oh well. I'm content. It's not everyday that I can be worn out and not have to still bust ass. So today, in the spirit of great americans throughout history, I did it all half assed. Look, I'm even too indifferent to use an exclamtion mark in this. See, no exclamation marks. My wife's away, my friends are gone, the house is cool and I have beer. What more do I need. Oh yeah, I've got to iron a shirt and my wifes dress for a birthday party tonight. Curses. Almost used an exclamation point there. Eh, no big. Off I go to slack through another couple hours of nothingness. Bliss...