To keep your mind off the economy, DISD, and Sarah’s failure to get some face time with Marty Scorsese: on Saturday night, my wife and child slept over at my mother-in-law’s house, giving me a rare bit of freedom. I had the basic framework of a plan (get drunk and make some bad decisions) and a wide-open schedule. Anything and everything was possible. Instead, I stretched out for a moment to watch some pre-revelry TV–and ended up falling asleep at 10:30. And that was that.
Question: giant failure or biggest failure ever?
