Last night was great. I never felt like inanity would be this soothing.  I remember laughing.  I don't usually laugh.  I felt so comfortable knowing the words and voices I heard, I knew that I was knowing them.  The lyrics I didn't like, but the voice was me.   A few weeks back, I heard my mother's voice, her tone was like I had died and she was going over ways that I was weak, like she was explaining it to my aunt.  I don't what she was saying exactly, how could she know?  It was having to hear that tone in her voice as though I had died. I don't know what.  Someone thought it would funny to put pictures of the those dead girls