  My day always starts off really great. I have my cup of coffee with some cream, a smoke, maybe another smoke, I read the daily paper, I spend some quality time with the cat, sometimes I eat breakfast.
The day continues to go well. I'll have a hearty bowel movement. The kind where I feel lighter and healthier for having had it. Then it's off to do some chores. Some errands. And I'm not really certain when it stops being a good day. Somewhere in the middle, I think. There's a point in time where I lose all of my morning ambition and delusions of grandeur. I don't know if it's after I watch the 112-pound two-year-olds on "Montel" or when I realize that half the day is gone and I've done nothing except secured myself a third or fourth cup of coffee.
The dishes are still in the sink. I catch myself daydreaming about colored bath suds and being the lead bass guitarist in a blues band. And then it happens. I lose all of my energy and drive to conquer and then play with the world. Any comments or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. 
