Getting good at getting by.

I just found out that my ten year high school reunion is in a week. Oh snap. I may be a little round about the tummy (though probably less so than back in high school) and the once notorious head of hair has thinned dramatically in the intervening years, but at least I'm not saddled with a couple of snot-nosed brats and a mortage for some soulless shitheap in the black heart of suburbia. Nossir: I'm a retarded adolescent.