No one...
will want to read this blog if the best topic I can post on any given week-end is "another nerve jangling trip to Wal-Mart. I know I should be grateful that I have the energy, transportation, some money and a Wal-Mart Super Center five minutes away. I also possess the necessary moral flexibility the allows me to waltz through Wal-Mart without feeling too guilty about being an active cooperator with a corporation that has a fair share of disturbing corporate practices. I won't even pretend that the sweating, dizziness and nausea are caused by a guilty conscience.

My jangled nerves. My raw, jangled nerves. To hint at my chagrin? Let's say 300 isn't just the name of the DVD that the boys purchased.