Rivetting True Stories

I'm no stranger to regretful decisions - I could bore you to tears with my tales of poorly bluffed poker hands, nights of one-too-many drinks, impulsive eMusic downloads, inappropriate jokes, wardrobe decisions, blah blah blah. Even just yesterday, I called to apologize to a friend who (whom?) I thought I may have made fun of a bit too much at the bar the previous night, only to confuse him and further embarrass myself - compound regret!

Boring neuroses aside, last night I stayed up until well past midnight drinking beer - alone while Terri went to a movie - and watching the depressingly-uneventful NHL Entry Draft... and then, highlights of said uneventful draft. This is regretful not only in its inherent pathetic-ness, but because it was done so in the knowledge that Lydia will be waking up at 5-5:30 in the morning. Which she did, like clockwork. I am only alive and functioning now because of a heavily-caffeinated bloodstream and a nap I was able to sneak while Terri graciously took Miss Lydia yard sale shopping.

And I am, once again, watching highlights of the NHL Entry Draft...