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Taking Things For Granted… While chowing down some fried rice, I was busy watching poetry in action when my mother told me to turn off ‘that wrestling trash.’ Then I pondered something: how many people are missing out on this stuff? Then I pondered something else: how many people don’t watch it because they don’t have a TV? A week later, I was wolfing down some yogurt while listening to George W. Bush …

…and you confront her, and she scratches you, and you shove her, and she goes to your mom and starts doing her little fake crying bit and gets you in trouble for something she started, and you feel like locking her outside of the house or staying cooped up at school or the office to avoid your family, remember one thing: No one’s tombstone ever read “I wish I spent more time at work.”