It's the weirdest warmest day in January evar. The Yeah Yeah Yeah's put me in a weird mood, as does this story that I'm reading - it's about a 3D Printer that can print a 3D Printer. My mind was so stuck in the ramifications of that type of physical recursion that I had to break and write a blog entry.

My mom died on December 1st at 10:35pm. I was sitting at her bedside holding her hand when they turned off the machines. It doesn't get any more real than that, I'm telling you. The weird thing is how my mind chose to deal with it. Sorry. If I were a more talented writer, I might be able to frame it in words that would give you a sense for what it was like. Honestly, though, you probably don't want to know.

Anyway, my soul feels like a truckload of pessimism was dumped on it. Anyone want some? I'm really getting sick of being fucking negative all the fucking time. Might help if the world and most of the people in it didn't suck so much ass.

Out for now.