When it rains it pours.

The incident where the man was punched for putting a traffic cone in the street in order to water a traffic circle? 8 blocks away from where we live. That man died in the hospital a day later.

My grandfather, the one I visited less then a month ago, has slipped into a coma. Not expected to live for much longer (read: the next 48 hours).

I’ve become an advocate for my sister. I’ll leave it at that.

The sun is shining mercilessly, forcing me to turn the other cheek. I found a beautiful top at Anthropologie two days ago on sale that I didn’t buy. I didn’t have the money. The same day I received a check in the mail for some jewelry. Now I have the money. Now I must have that shirt. It seems silly, but I think that shirt just might make me feel a little better.