It was a good weekend. Learned a few things:

My grandma is my best friend. My mom is the best mom in the world. (I didn't learn that this weekend. I've always known it. I thought it deserved mention, though.)

Find the guy who has worked the longest at Fart and Sminal Smart and Final first when you need to find an obscure item. No one else will have a clue what you're talking about, much less where it is.

My dad had to take our cat in to be put down yesterday. For the second time in my life, I saw him cry. Never mind that I had lost my cat of 14 years, that alone would have been enough to make me cry.

Love is hard sometimes, and that's ok.

I wrote more than 12 pages of journal entry yesterday. Not once did my hand or my arms hurt. Already this morning, from typing this entry, my arms are starting to ache. I think that says something, either about the benefits of handwriting over typing or about my posture, I'm not sure.

Insomnia sucks, and that's never ok.

10 Things I Hate About You is a great movie, even at 2 a.m. on a Monday morning when you know your alarm is set for 6 a.m.