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Monkeys... Monkey man... Funny.
Even getting the reference...
Distraction is hard when you're somber. But it hits you unexpectedly. Yesterday I saw my artist friend on campus... I had never seen this shirt that he made last semester. It had a picture of his very suburban house, with a message in a round child-like font that said "I live with my mom."
That was the first hearty laugh I had in a long time, and I thank him for it.