Today, I feel good about myself. Something that had been bothering me for quite some time in my mind has actually come to a resolution, and I can finally stop torturing myself about it (just one of those times when a well-developed imagination is a bad bad thing). Maybe now Kali will stop ragging on me (“Mark! Why are you such a crabby pants?!”) I swear I wasn’t being a crabby pants, I was just a little placid there for a while. That time has come and gone, and I feel like the world doesn’t hate me so much. Except the real number line. That thing hates everyone.