They say you gotta live every day as if it’s your last. I don’t recommend that. I tried that one time. It was a Wednesday — I woke up, quit my job, slapped a cop and hit on my girlfriend’s mother. Then, Thursday rolled around. Much to my chagrin, found out they don’t have no bumper stickers telling you what to do the day after you lived your previous day as if it was the last day of your life.