I spent the night in San Jose last night. I haven't done that in a while because a lot of the time I would bounce at like 11 or 12 just so Byron could get a good night's rest. But after what my mom told me as I came through the door at 10 this morning, I might just think twice about leaving any later than that. Apparently, one of her co-workers died in a head-on collision while driving home from work early Wednesday morning. Scary. You know what else sucks too? He husband found her. It just freaks me out how quickly life can pass like that. I would write something more profound to add to that, but shit, the bottom line is that life's fucking short and unfortunately we can't do anything about it.

Live it up, y'all.