(follow-up to last post)

It's weird. The last time I wasn't sure how much yelling I would have to do before I felt like I had done justice to myself and my case. This time I am so sure I don't want to do any. (and this time was longer too, definitely more material!)

Maybe it's cos I know I gave my best or that I haven't done anything wrong. Or maybe it's just I realize the futility of it all - I remember watching the biopic on Dorothy Dandridge and how despite her best plans to die in the most glamorous way possible, her body was found completely naked, with her head in the toilet. I have the perfect arguments today but the elegance is in not using them.

Your arguments, on the other hand, are just excuses.