I think I feel a little better today. I told one of the IT guys at the office that I felt like hippo crap because the Sonics were eliminated from the playoffs last night, and then he put things into perspective for me.

"We're all gonna die anyway, man. Who the f**k cares?"

Even before you ask. . . . yes, he did get that from Vickers, "Work in Essex County," page 98. And, yes, Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth.

That's hot.

On a brighter note, I'm thankful I didn't receive this advice when I was a kid. Mom, I got my name on the board today because I threw Legos at Johnny's head. We're all gonna die anyway, Danny. Who the f**k cares?

I get to sleep in tomorrow, along with the rest of the non-newspaper world.

That's hot.