Why do I do this to myself?

It is 6:30am on a Saturday morning.  It is frickin' cold out there, and the entire family is tucked in and snoring under warm blankets while I eat leftover pizza and Diet Coke.  Why?  Because I am going golfing this morning.  Golf is this ritual of grief, discomfort and frustration that I put myself through for "fun".  We (Brian, Steve Bennett -aka Steve-O-, and I) are playing 9 holes at Druids Glen because, while cold, it is one of the few non-rainy (in fact non-cloudy, which is why it is so cold) days we have had on a weekend for quite a while.  Ah well, wish me luck. 

And have any of you joined facebook?  It is a place, like MySpace, where you have friends and pictures and stuff.  It is much less picture-oriented than MySpace, and much more about leaving each other messages, playing games (facebook has it's own way for people to write games for it), 'poke'ing each other, etc.  If you have an account, look me up!