Nothing Special...
I spent so much time today fluttering about for work, attempting to accomplish as much as possible in the normal hours, thus minimizing my work load during the evening. I've stopped to take a breath, and suddenly find myself thinking about memories. I love memories, and how they maintain and manipulate our moods amongst other precarious things we have as humans. It's always fun to let your brain drift back to fun time, to the little things people said or did to make a moment special. In the end, when it's all dark, memories carry us and enable us. It's there where you'll find your true self!