No work today.

It only takes me a day or two to sustain a mad feeling. And all of the reasons to hate fly out the window rather quickly. :P

An old high school classmate pops up in FB and says that the one conversation he remembers me by is me telling him I don't like seeing his cheekbones because they make him look skinny. This was in grade school. I do not even remember talking to him about physical appearances at all. The random things we remember. Surprising.