"Home"

My mother is funny. I walked in the door at 1:30am last night after hanging out with the SLSQ in Orange County (they were performing at the Orange County Performing Arts Center), and the first thing she told me (she was sleeping already) was that my head seemed really big. And now, she's poking a lobster with a wooden cooking spoon. She and my grandmother are talking about how "mean" the lobster is. You, because it was taken from the ocean, driven to our house, stored in the refrigerator overnight -- and it is still trying to escape. In fact, it nearly flipped water onto the keyboard of my notebook computer, which would have been really bad.

I slept until noon today. I think I really needed the rest.