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This is getting sad, friends and neighbors!  I wake up in the morning and sit down to drink my pot of coffee and read some news online.  I don't own a TV and I don't get the paper, so my entire source of information and entertainment is online.  My google home page is packed with news, sports and entertainment sources, so that I can be current on everything that's happening.

Like most men, I go for sports first.  Actually, the first thing I check is email.  This way the first thing I read is my Get Fuzzy daily comic strip.  Then I check my horoscope and the days weather.  This little tradition started in high school when the first thing I'd read every morning was Calvin and Hobbes and my horoscope.  OK, then its sports.  Then I go into the news and end with entertainment.

Yesterday I mentioned that the news and the sporting world were a little dull.  Things are so dull, in fact, that I can't even get through 1/2 my cup of coffee before I'm done.  And then I faced with a dilemma: what exactly am I supposed to do with the rest of my morning wake/coffee routine?  I don't really like to jump into my book yet.  Too early to really start the mental engine.  The early AM needs to be a slow jog with the brain.

What I need is some new sites.  I need some places to go where I can waste time reading some "news" or something like that.  I've used the time to clean up my iPhoto folders.  And I've surfed, but to be honest, surfing really bores me.  This is why I'm not a gamer.  I really just don't enjoy sitting in front of the computer for that long, unless I'm writing or reading.  Merely surfing I find to be incredibly boring.

So, my goal has been achieved.  I have now consumed my 1/2 cup of coffee and I can smoke my first cigarette of the morning.  And I have given you, my dear readers, a valuable insight into my morning routine.  With that, I leave you....................

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