On August 6, 1945, Hiroshima was bombed. It was the first use of an atomic bomb in war, and along with the bombing of Nagasaki three days later it was the only one. 70,000 people died practically instantly, and over 200,000 more died of cancer, burns, or other injuries over the following years.
On August 6, 1982, I was born.
As for more detailed blogging about how I spent the last couple days, consider it outsourced. It's not 100 percent accurate simply because it's from the point of view of someone who isn't me, but it's pretty close. The two posts before that and the two after it are relevant as well. Maybe I should be writing about that myself, but I have a pretty hard time talking about my feelings on a good day, so it would be especially tough today.
Thursday was good, though. Fun and deep thoughts too, and I came this close to doing something good with/for myself. I'll try to write about it some time when I'm more, well, in the mood.