I didn't actually say that to the kid beside me, who was an officemate's son, but I was really thinking it. Dropped by a children's party at McDonald's -- the Library's accountant's daughter was celebrating her 1st birthday --- and, well, imagine 30 kids running around with chocolote and ube sundae, their slightly chewed-on fried chicken ignored and looking lonely, and having not eaten lunch, I wanted to go to every table and collect those lonely legs and wings and breasts and stuff them into my mouth.
Yes, it had been an uneventful day.
Oh. And W told me yesterday that more people get depressed from being called stupid than being called ugly.