Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is as if I were back in high school study hall, sitting at my desk trying to concentrate on doing my homework, maybe one less book to carry home tonight on the bus, (that's why it is called study hall, right?) while Kathy and her five socialite friends — what were their names, I had forgotten about them — are sitting over there chatting and painting their fingernails. Blah blah blah. Forget high school.