So going to Montreal was the most amazing part of my Summer. No regrets, just burritos. Like all of my friends are really fucking wonderful, but there is a night, a moment that will always stand out to me. So I managed to check out fb for a few minutes on August 3rd, and I was tagged in a few statuses. August 3rd is the anniversary of my grandfather's death. I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. And I forgot. I did something that I'm terrified people will do to me. And I started to have a bit of breakdown. Not full out, I was keeping it together, but internally I was flipping shit and feeling like a complete asshole. And I went into the other room to sleep. Kara and I had both been sick the previous day so she was already there trying to fall asleep. And we just talked. And some lady laughed insanely loud anytime I started to say something. It was the best thing that could have happened in that moment really. Kara just made me feel so much better about myself and about the situation and everything. I still feel like an asshole, but Kara had helped me to cope with it better. She made me laugh and was just able to sprinkle her magic Kara-ness onto it and make everything feel okay. I lead a Kara appreciation life because she is an awesome human.