At seven-thirty-one A.M. on Saturday morning I am awakened by a phone call from mom, Oh honey--it\u27s a beautiful sunny day that knew you wouldn\u27t want to sleep through. Now that you are awake go outside and breathe the morning air....No, no, that\u27s ok, I\u27ll wait...you go ahead and do that.. After I breathe and get mom off the phone I reach over and turn on my stereo. As New Age music fills the room I remember when my roommate switched the George Winston music I fall asleep to with a subliminal weight-loss tape. (I lost five pounds that week--gained it back plus five more the next week). I grab my shoes and head toward the door--I don\u27t want to be late for skydiving class--but as I am leaving my friend W. pulls into the drive...