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Well, today is the first year anniversary of my mother's death. I oddly had a worse time yesterday about it than today; I'm not really sure why. I had a cigar last night and that was sort of interesting. I don't get addicted to tobacco for some reason; even when it isn't unpleasant, I never crave either the substance or the effects. But anyways I'm not really sure how my father is going to take it; I should call him later today. I'm not sure how I'm going to take it, either, to be honest.

I finally began sculpting clay yesterday. I think that I might have some potential; it is a fun and distracting thing to do, at least.

I hope that I will hold together.