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Last night, my uncle passed away, rest his soul.

Whenever someone in my family dies, my first instinct is to write an elegy.

It has been a tumultuous day.

I also found a new place to live, closer to campus and my Arizona coffeeshop of choice. My new housemate met one of my former housemates once.

I think I'm going to drive to Tucson tomorrow to look for ants.