Unlike my favorite writer dogdeity11, I have nothing resembling an addictive personality. If it weren’t for a puritanical upbringing that supplied me with a healthy sense of guilt I’d never get anything done. But even the guilt doesn’t work on occasion, which is why I’m sitting on my couch writing this while I watch the Rangers and Rays. I haven’t looked at the tomatoes today, and I don’t want to. They could live or die… I might care tomorrow.