You could waste your time blogging. You could be on hold with your insurance company. You could wait for the bus. You could try again to find Tom Lehrer mp3s on Amazon (they’re still not there). You could try to find Catalan courses in Maryland or Iowa. You could try to learn how to play the PlayStation winter Olympics games, or Final Fantasy. You could look for those shoes you lost. You could have a bath, and that would kind of be a waste of time. You could try to decide what it is you want in life, and what you want to do. You could write poetry.
You could even watch House.
And all of that would better and more productive than spending time thinking of what you aren’t and never will be. I can’t wait till I’m old enough to use Tom Lehrer’s line – “when Mozart was my age he was dead”