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I'm sick of nostalgia. I hit chair last night, and left around 11:30. The Opposite Sex was cool, much more true to old-school than I had ever imagined...but while I liked them, that was also my last straw. I like old school. I like my pictures. I like the memories, good and bad for some reason. But I have a different life now. I'm a different person. It was fun to reflect, but frankly I'm burnt out of looking back. I'll do it again, but right now I'm more interested in today.

I have tons of work to do, and for some reason I'm glad.