I didn't get an e-mail from my mom today even though I sent her two so I called home and it turns out she's in the hospital again with a UTI, validating my "Maybe it'd be better if I had a car here so I could drive home in emergencies" theory, and I think making my brother a bit sheepish for being the primary detractor of the theory. I hold him no ill will for it, although it is a brand new exciting episode in the long-running series "Macs Feels Helpless." In myyyy day, dad would've been down here 15 minutes later to pick me up in situations like this. Those were the good ol' days.
Unrelatedly, I watched the video of SitPwG today and it is now tied with Sweeney atop my favorite musicals list. I blubbered.
Children and Art.