I got the faculty of the year award. My brother in law had another seizure, flipped his car trunk over hood and slid the length of a city block in front of a school. I could go on for a paragraph like that of just this last week: the drastic up, the drastic down, reverse and repeat. Nobody died or was born so in a way it none of it worth remarking really. But we are brief and fragile, of which I am (unhealthily) hyper aware. I went to delete an unwanted email, but eerily hit some wrong button and got my old voice mail archives instead and heard my grandmother's voice, being a smart ass, "GUESS WHO?!". I'd try to upload it but am afraid I would accidentally delete it if I touched it again. So it sits there like an old friendship I'm too afraid would crumble upon access, in theoretical storage. listening to: fortunate son, peace queer ccr cover, cz it's Ears' current fave tune