Stupid.

Somewhere, a part of me still thinks that those two kids are still alive, deep down, and that things could have been the same.

And I think they could have.

But that's stupid.

So the big thing got procrastinated. It's coming tomorrow.

I don't want to work tomorrow. Except that I like my job. It's a paradox. Once I am there, it's cool. I just hate getting up at 4am.

But then, that's what they pay me the big bucks for.