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so i've been cryptic lately. so i've been forcing down meals and feeling sick and wondering if i should really tell all this to my professors, and would i get extensions on those papers because of it?

we played our show on sunday. we were great. his sister drove away and didn't make it home. we found out because it happened on the road right outside our motel, and we had been going back there. we went to the hospital. everyone else was ok. she was not. on wednesday there was a funeral. and now it's over.

and that's that. that is the short story. i could tell you the long harrowing details, but there is no point. i've written emails to people declaring my love and friendship. i've been very contemplative, but essentially unchanged. i have always known the limits of the lifetimes we have. i know the shortfalls of quarrels. i know the uselessness in pettiness.

there was no lesson that i needed to learn from this. it was just a horrible thing that happened.