Adapt or die. Unfortunately, the prime examples of those who don't are my parents. I can't really remember how many years they've been in this, but they can't seem to realise the deeper mess they're getting themselves into by not changing. It won't be the truth if I said I didn't care, but it also won't be the truth to say that I haven't become a little numb to all this crap. After all, what's new? Mum plays small, but bit by bit, trade after trade, she gets more greedy. Mum looses money, she doesn't want to cut her losses, so she looses a heck lot more. Dad gets pissed. Mum cries. Mum promises to not get back in this game if she can get out of this mess. Eventually we do get out, but at a loss. Cycle repeats itself. And a huge WTF from me. Hundreds of thousands gone down the drain just like that. Ahh heck.

Space dementia is easier than I thought. Just gotta memorise the chords and that's it.

And finally, what an... awesome-? Ok no, that's not the word... What a shocking and exiting 60 seconds that was. "You don't know the sacrifices I made to come to your fucking class on time. Something something something fucking class" Damn! Yet, however *insert adjective that I cannot think of right now* that was, I cannot say that he didn't step out of line. Everybody has problems, and no matter how bad his were, I'm sure there're people much worse off than him.