It was a good time last night. Better than i expected. No one remembered me, that didn't surprise me. But spent the night talking to classmates. i guess that's what one does at this sort of thing. i haven't been downstairs yet this morning so i don't know if i forgot the book that has what everyone is doing now or not. Interesting reading. Seems like many of them are living lives of quiet desparation. So many of the women haven't even changed their hairstyles in the years that have passed. Trying to look young and only succeeding in looking like they are trying to look young. Of course i'm not cutting myself out of that part of the equation. i know i look every minute of my years, and there are times i hate that because my mind won't accept it. i still think young thoughts. i do, however refuse to act like a fool. Most of the time.