"Settle down, Beavis."

This is the first downtime I've had at home in a full week. Therefore, of course, I'm fighting the urge to GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING (in this case, trudging out to W'burg for the Renegade Craft Fair, which, no, I shouldn't be buying stuff, but I figure it would feed my head right well; and it's a gorgeous day to amble around a park).

Can someone please explain why my back-brain thinks that a relaxing day at home == WASTING MY LIIIIIIIFE ?

The Spirit of Radio

...is irony, it would seem. I have just heard a contest announced over the airwaves, in which one can win a trip to,

wait for it,

Cleveland.