One of my closest friends was diagnosed with a brain tumor a few years ago, and yesterday, after many months of unsuccessful chemo, she decided she no longer wishes to receive treatment. So today hasn’t been the best day, and I don’t think this weekend will be any better. I will be listening to a ton of mountain goats and trying to wrap my head around how weird life is. I started reading this Chomsky book, which is also depressing as hell, and I’m not sure will make anything better. I need to finish reading it because I also borrowed its companion book and I wish to read both before JPL wants them back. Additionally, I started reading Harriet the Spy with Foos, and I really wish someone had reminded me that Harriet is a judgmental asshole who thinks everyone is fat before I started reading it to my four year old. I didn’t think a photo existed for “crying sporadically,” which is why the wasting my time spot is empty. But that’s what I will be doing. Love your friends, and keep ’em close, because life can get weird.