Why can't it be the only reason?

That is the most logical reason, though. As well, the most likely cause of autism is genetic - as the population grows, so do the number of documented diagnoses of autism and all it's variants (Asperger's, Rett Syndrome, PDD-NOS, etc.)

Last day of term today. It would normally be a cause for celebration but I've got a lot of work to do that I don't feel I can actually make an attempt at properly and a holiday coming up in a couple of days that I'm probably going to hate. Still, I get to have lie-ins for the next couple of weeks, so it's a pretty good deal overall.

Today, I found out I made the FINAL FOUR in the bracket challenge at work! YEAH! I'm the hella Cinderella, too. In the final four are two 1 seeds, a 3 seed, and me, a 20 seed (I had some questionable QA scores when they were ranking us.)

Anyway, the winner wins CASH. And a fairly decent sum. According to the gentleman who won last year, they MATCHED his paycheck. Holy ****.

Aside from that, I said something VERY inadvertently racist. A guy I work with (who is Asian; Japanese, to be precise) was leaving at the same time as me, and I opened the first door for him, then kept walking down the hallway, checking my phone to see if my mom had called. I made it to the second door, and couldn't hear him so I thought he'd turned off down the hallway behind me and gone to the restroom. I almost let the second door close in his face, then saw him in my peripheral vision, and caught it.

I said, "Dude, I didn't even hear you! I thought you went down the other hallway! You're like a ninja!"

Then, he looked at me weird, and I was horrified at myself. I was like, "No, not because...I just mean you're super silent...uh...yeah."

:laughing: I wonder if he knew Kung Fu?

Well, I guess if he was a Ninja he certainly does.

He was super quiet, but I don't think calling him a ninja was racially sensitive.

Beautiful day today. I'll be riding the dirt bike today after work.

Great start to my day, I almost burned down the kitchen lighting an old glass jar candle.

I gave myself the fun task of finally cleaning my room today, after putting it off for a couple of months. It's boring as shizzle but actually feels really satisfying when you finish it. I even got to clean up a big stain that's festered away on my floor for oh, I dunno... a couple of years now? Unfortunately it's given my room the stink of Vanish spray but I can live with it for the long term benefits. All I need to do now is learn how to not burn food and I could be a passable housewife.

:rolleyes:

This coming from the guy who saw an alien or got kidnapped by ghosts or whatever.