"And we will celebrate death, life, and the in between." Last night was the night. I can't say it was all that enjoyable or thrilling. But. But it had a certain nice feel to it. I stayed lit most of the time, so I don't know exactly if I missed anything important. Dani didn't come. Wen stayed attached to Joe, so I didn't see her much at all. She did get me a bottle of Bacardi something. It was all right, but only 35% alcohol, not at all what I'm used too. I would've enjoyed Smirnoff 100 proof better, but beggars can't be choosers. So let's see. We smoked. We laughed. We drank. We made fools of ourselves. We pigged out. We pigged out some more. We talked. We walked. We laughed some more. And well finally we all fell asleep. M is mad again. She believes I hate her. And maybe I do. But I'm sure I don't. It's just hard being this old and having such a burden on you. She's smothering me. She knows she is. I seen SEB today. We were supposed to celebrate, but our visit got cut short because of M calling so desperately because she felt so ill. Oh well. I got my revenge by being mean and nasty to her. SEB gave me a very pretty bracelet and a candle burning thingy. All in all it was a productive weekend. If only it could've lasted. If only I weren't home now. Sitting here. Hating myself for hating her. Hating myself for being so mean. So cold. But she's putting on too much pressure. Oh well. I'll calm in a minute or two. I think I'll go for now and see if I can write a poem or something. Done for now.