Because who doesn't want to be Letterman sometimes?
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Number Ten . . .
Read up on the Race2Recovery rally car team, the first ever disabled crew to complete the Dakar rally. Top Gear UK did a featurette on them for the show a couple years ago. http://race2recovery.com
Number Nine . . .
Work on the counted cross-stitch pattern that's been kicking around my cube for over a year. I'm gonna get it framed.
Number Eight . . .
Try to remember the names of some folks I saw on a special NBC Sports did on the Hawaiian Ironman triathalon -- like the blind grandfather who completed the course tethered to a sighted guide, or the fella who jogged the marathon on artificial feet.
Number Seven . . .
Tink away at Mortal Kombat 9 in preparation for SGC. Few things in life are more catharic than ripping a guy's spine out. Sub Zero 4 EVAH, bay-bee!
Number Six . . .
Pop in my DVD box set of the 2011 NBA Finals and marvel at the combined determination/stupiditiy of Nowitzki, starting a Finals game with a 102 degree fever.
Number Five . . .
Shop for a car. A car solves a lot of scheduling problems -- a trip to the gym after a seven PM quitting time equals not getting to bed until midnight or thereabouts, factoring in all the waiting around I have to do whilst taking DART.
Number Four . . .
Marvel at the capriciousness of a God who takes John Lennon away yet lets Charles Manson live to a ripe old age.
Number Three . . .
Continue my palatte's education in different flavors. Just because it's strong and unfamiliar doesn't mean it's bad, give it another bite and see how it goes . . . nope, onions are still DO NOT WANT! And HWARF!!!
Number Two . . .
Get in touch with my sister and see how she, her POSSLQ, and her furry little monsters are getting on.
And the Number One thing I could do on a Monday night besides watch The Biggest Loser . . .
Go to the gym and work out.
PLAY ME OFF PAUL!