THE THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT

The reason I was out of touch for the weekend was that I was in Chicago with my mom and my brother. She said she wanted to see us and talk about something, which to me sounded serious -- it turns out it wasn't. That was it. I didn't say anything to anyone because I thought it'd be really stupid; I knew I wouldn't get a chance to see anybody, so it seemed better not to bring it up. You know? "Hey, I'm going to be in Chicago this weekend, but it's some family thing, so I can't hang out at all. Okay, talk to you later!" Pfeh.

In other news, my ATM card got eaten last night by a Bank of America machine, so now I have to be careful about what I do with this precious tiny supply of cash I've got.