How dreadfully symbolic.
Anyways, this weekend was depressing; well Saturday at least. Sunday night was pretty good, but I third-wheeled myself through most of it. And today I'm just moping around my mom's house until we decide to actually pack the stuff into boxes and leave.
My mouth hurts from eating too many Sour Patch Kids/Sweet Pile Adults. Take your pick.
I think I'll go film the backyard.