Today wasn't nearly as depressing as I would have thought. I went to the funeral mass and met up with Megan, who doesn't seem to have changed at all. We talked throughout the mass and got kicked out near the end... Her parents weren't too thrilled. After that, we went to the funeral home for the burial and got kicked out again for laughing to loudly... What the hell is up with that? But, after a long lecture on manners, we got to the wake and got wasted on chips and soda, which is possible if you can believe it. The rest of the family actually got buzzed... Becker went through four beers in about a half an hour and started chasing Megan and me around. We ended up sitting on the roof for a good couple of hours catching up and watching the sunset. Good times... Too bad they never last.

Speaking of good times... There aren't many others. Someone isn't talking to me and I have a feeling it has something to do with yesterday's poems... I even have track tomorrow. If I have to do anything else, I'm going to kill someone.

I suppose I should go to bed soon. I don't want to be completely dead when I have to go to track tomorrow.

Later, DS
~ Brain damage can help sometimes.

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