I've been a good boy...

...at least for another day.

Despite considerable provocation, I did not curse anyone out today, did not vent my anger on either the deserving or the innocent.

Nor, despite an overwhelming desire to do so, did I break down and write explicitly about those things that continue to hurt me the most. The secrets of my empty life remain secret.

I did not weep. I did not pop open the single-malt and drink myself into a stupor. In fact, I didn't even touch the single-malt, or any other liquor.

I wanted to do all these things. But I didn't.

The act of not doing them has exhausted me.

That is all.

Oh yeah: hang in there, Saddam.