Busy, busy, busy. I’ve been working as usual. Nothing has really gone on recently. Today is Mother’s Day and I sent my mommy some flowers. She liked them alot. I spoke to my brother, he’s doing good. My cousin past away about a week ago. He was a good guy, he had alot of problems, but a good guy. My mom souldn’t make it to the funeral, it was in San Antonio. She said she’s sending me pictures of the funeral…It’s erie that people take pictures at funerals, and I’m against it, but I’ll take them. I never got to talk to my cousin too much. I spoke to my mom the other night and she was talking about him and she remembered one time at a family gathering my grandmother started preaching to him about God. He said, “Hold on, let me get ready for this shit.” And he lit a joint and took a drag, then said, “Okay, lay it on me.” That’s the way he was. A drugie, alcoholic, and a typical black sheep of the family. But he was always happy. God bless him. I spoke to my mom earlier today, or yesterday actuallly. She said she was speaking to my brother about her funeral arrangements. I need to see her. Talk about that makes me feel guilty about leaving home. Okay it’s 3:15 in the morning, I should get home and get some rest.