I was forced to accompany my mom to the wake of her friend's husband. I don't like wakes. I don't like funerals. It makes me think that I'm insignificant, that anything I do won't matter because I'll be dead anyway.

And yes, it's the concert tonight (check my time). I don't have thoughts of jumping up and down as of this moment but I really do hope that I will be enjoying the concert later.