Wow, I never realized how completely awkward it is to have two people looming over you and yelling their lungs out about something. Well... one person doing the yelling, and the other listening. But still. My mom is going whacko again about my grandpa and his girlfriend to my Dad, and since I'm sitting on the ground with my laptop next to her on the family computer (so that I can reach the internet jack) I'm in between. And feeling rather sorry for myself. That is all.

He's forgotten but not yet gone

--"Fred Jones Pt. 2," Ben Folds