Haha, that's a very amusing story, catharsis!
Grrr, what is my mom trying to *do* to me? She's decided to... *construct* something involving deafening power tools, which is annoying by itself, but when I'm trying to fricking listen to "Look Around" for the first time, and all I get is the opening chords of 'Living Alive' and then- BZZZZZZZZZ!
gah.
Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. -Nocturne