They try to make me go to rehab, I said, no, nooo, no
I’m fantastically tired, mildy irritable, quite hungry, and broke as a joke. The sole consolation of the day is that it’s Thursday.
I cleaned out my Hotmail inbox yesterday, and it was quite a trip down memory lane. I have emails back to ‘99 when I first transitioned from my school email to Hotmail. My college graduation pic with some old acquaintances. Emails from people with whom I’ve since lost contact, but on whom I can still spy on Friendster and MySpace. You can say what you want about MySpace, but it is kind of cool that you can still peek into the lives of former friends whom you still like, but with whom you don’t talk. Not to mention all the new things you learn about even those closest to you.
