Aight, it's Sunday... yea I betcha figured that one out... I wish I could say this was the best weekend ever, but then I would be a liar. Gma is basically on her death bed, very very bad this time. She doesn't even have enough energy to turn over to look at somebody. It is possibally one of the saddest things I've ever seen before, somebody that a year ago was so full of life and energy reduced down to a barely living human. I guess in the end, everything will work out, I'm sure most things do. A year ago, when I found out about moving here I was pissed, pissed to the point where I concidered killing my mom, hiding the body and collecting the life insurence... Fortunately I didn't. No matter how I look at it, it has been for the better. I am noticing things in life I didn't even take a 2nd look at before, and meeting people I would'nt have even talked to in Salem. Anyhoo, these damn eraserless pencils are pissing me off.... Why the hell would anybody make a pencil without a fucking eraser? Wrote a song this weekend, recorded it, added a little sumthin sumthin and it sounds pretty cool.... problem is I need lyrics for it... I guess those will come as time marches along. Fin