Ah, yes. The fifth of July. A day normally reserved for recovering from an out-of-control 'Merican birthday celebration, falls on a Thursday this year. That means instead of me sitting by the pool or on the lake drinking cold beers to ease the pain carried over from yesterday, I'm at work, with a full on body and headache. I even had to scale back my celebration because I had to be responsible enough to make it in today. And that, my friends is un-American.