Finally, today I reached the top end of my acceptable weight range. Still if my ideal self was to get on a teeter-totter with me, I'd be the one crashing to the ground. I don't suppose my ideal self would ever have time for that though. For that matter, I don't suppose my ideal self and I would even be friends, since we'd have nothing in common. Brooding about this a little more, I realized my ideal self might kind of resent me since in essence, I'm the one that killed him.
Oh, and speaking of killing people, Hamas really needs a new PR team. Celebrating in the streets when they've killed eight Israeli students makes them look like bloodthirsty monsters. Instead of the more moderate Fatah monsters.