There's an old adage that's commonly repeated by wanna-be-hippies and other twelve-year-olds: "It's better to regret something you have done than something you haven't done." I shudder to even begin to explain the enormity of the crap in this statement. There's a lot of things I wish I'd have done but the majority of those things would have turned out badly had I done them. Most of what I have done has turned out worse. This is why I limit my activities to just nine things a week and I summarize them for you, dear reader, in the Weekly Wrapup. Here's what I did:

1. Watched the Sox lose.
2. Watched the Sox win.
3. Didn't watch the Sox win.
4. Watched the Sox lose again.
5. Added more weight.
   
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7. Just thought that most people would have only thought to make a 666 joke like that this Tuesday but I've been doing it for years, making me fully rad.
8. Blasphemed.
   
9. Considered just up and leaving.

And I regret all of it.