As a man calls for wine before he fights. I asked one draught of earlier happier sights ere fitly I could hope to play my part; think first, fight afterwards, the soldiers art. One taste of the old times sets all the rights." -Browning I've been pretty browning obsessed lately but some of that stanza seems to sum things up. Maybe not all. I don't know. What a horrible day. And I knew it was gonna be horrible, or maybe it was just horrible because I expected it to be. Who knows? It was a half day. English was fun. Gym sucked. It was probably the worst 20 minutes of the year. The bus ride home was fun. We talked about the old times of Trip 10: Harry snorting Pepsi, Amy threatening to kill Waldo, the baseball, the people who made the bus cool and the people we couldn't stand. I got home and discussed things with Alice, solving nothing, but I think we're good now.