My daily schedule: Four o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, (tell no one). 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing; I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.:smt106