On Saturday morning I decided to make a quick run through Wal-Mart to pick up some odds and ends. Whoever laid out that store has it in for me: the bargain-bin of computer games is right there in the main aisle where I can’t help passing it at least three times each trip. They might as well just put a big sign that reads “Nerd Crack”, because I always come away with three or four $5 games that I was too cheap to buy when first released.

This time I picked up the original Zoo Tycoon. That was sometime around 10:30 a.m. on Saturday, the day I somehow managed to completely lose track of thanks to a sudden obsession with building the biggest, best zoo EVER. Having failed to accomplish that, I wound up spending Sunday attempting much the same thing.

Problem is, I really did have a lot of things on my “To Do” list that I was supposed to accomplish over the weekend. Every time I thought about shutting down the computer and tackling those tasks, though, some giraffe or baboon got sick and, well, I can’t just leave a poor animal suffering, can I?

In other words, I didn’t accomplish one single productive thing over the weekend. I’m not sure I feel entirely ashamed of that fact, either. While not as relaxing as, say, one of those Orlando vacations, it was still quite a bit more rejuvenating than scrubbing the refrigerator shelves and re-caulking the bathtub.

Now I just have to exercise some self-discipline (not one of my strong traits) and stay away from the thing until next weekend.

Like that’s going to happen.

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