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Weezer. is stuck. in. my. head.

Really rough weekend. Family, friends, games, all conspired to keep me in a semi-permanent state of melancholy until I finally got blasted on screwdrivers last night and woke up with a better grip on things this morning. This is in direct violation of the Fifth Grave Precept, I know, but hey, even Buddha can be wrong.

My mother called this morning, which was amazing. She didn't call to ask for anything, or complain necessarily. She called to tell me how much she appreciated everything I was doing and to make sure I was all right. This does so much for me, words can't express. I recommend kind words frequently and wholeheartedly. You never know when you're going to make someone's day. :)

I also got to talk to my sister (who, despite being a complete and total spaz, I still love) and my nephew Taeshawn. My sister explained to me the concept of the 'superclown,' (a.k.a supercoon -- yes, that kind of 'coon') and now I have a new favorite insult. :) Taeshawn is developing the love-hate relationship with his little brother early and fervently, but I think they'll be OK. We can still joke about it now, at least.

Thanks to Tube and Lazarus and Eliahn for helping me through all of the crap. Even the worst parts aren't so bad with friends like these. :)