Today I awoke without the feeling that I was going to die. I will admit that it's a pretty good feeling, and I hope it keeps up for some time. Whatever illness/disease came and went I have no idea, but it tore the hell out of me. It was a blitzkrieg demon that came, saw, almost conquered and left a wake of undeniable destruction. I mostly laid on the floor and watched the all star game in my comotose state. Mollie, and Jenn came over to take care of me, but that mostly turned into them sitting with me on the floor and reading.

Steven Pinker made an excellent point. When people stand up and thank their parents for who they are, they should really be thanking their friends, because it is from your friends is where most of your characterists are developed. (well all traits are a combination of genes and environmental stimulus) It's always dissappointing to see people who you care about, or used to care about, hang out with people that turns them into someone who is just disgusting.