Contrary to Viv's observation, it's getting harder to be friends with guys. But then, even with people of the same gender. Or for that matter, it's hard to have friends.

I was in the shower today and I poked my eye. Ouch. It's like one of those things - big huge revelation that can and will disturb you. It makes your eyes drop open. Stare out into this thing called the real world.
The thing that I dislike so much about the real world is that it means that you envy those that are in the inside. That you trying to look for the greener grass. But in the end, the greenest grass was the lawn that you just stepped out of. Sure sometimes, you will feel satisfied with the new attainment. However, as time withers on, the sparkling lawn on the other side of the fence, once unappealing to your eyes, has you saying those envious words - "I wish I was there."

Despite all this bitterness, I decided to forge ahead. I hopped over to Lydia's house and scanned most of this summer's pictures. It's weird though. On her brillant (almost LCDlike monitor), the pictures were bright and untarnished. When I returned home, nearly all of them were lackluster. Must have been the red shade I added when I was in a paint shop pro flurry. My monitor probably sucks.