Dread

Well, I guess it was bound to happen sometime. I have been officially invited to my class's first ever high school reunion. Some people had been telling me about it, but I figured that as long as I hadn't been invited I wouldn't feel bad about not going to it. Now I have to make the decision to go or not to go. Perhaps I'll go look through old yearbooks to see if there's anyone I'd like to talk to that I'm not already in touch with. My guess is no. Of course, knowing me, I will go back and forth on this matter for quite some time. Arghhh. I hate this stuff.