Just yesterday, as I was busing the patio, I was able to watch a guy come back to the table from a call and tell his friends - he just got the call and his uncle died. He did that thing where he downplayed everyone's consolations ("He was sick for a while") until the conversation shifted, but you could tell he didn't have the wind in his sails. Don't do this, guys... don't wallow in your friend's misery, but also you gotta acknowledge it. Or at least give them some closure.

I didn't know  FoxHolliday very well, sort of a barely friend-of-a-friend kind of thing, but I really would have loved to get to know Sammy better, from everything I'm seeing and hearing of her and from just a long time of seeing my friends have such good times with her. You guys keep drawing, do your memorial dance-off, the memorial table, I wish you all so well with that. She deserves nothing less.

Personally, I'm worn down with art for a few hours (still sketching constantly but forgetting to post it here), so I'ma make myself a Hot Toddy and raise it to her good name before I go to bed. (Someday I'd love to make one with mango tea, but I don't have a bag of that in the house. Maybe spiced rum? Hmm.) Be excellent to one another, fate is capricious.

It's been a long week of long shifts and hard news (and learning that there's a quite raunchy and really implausible urban legend from my old high school with my name attached to it), and I need to get off. Tomorrow I'll go to the library and clear my head.