Don't put away that frying pan just yet

If anyone you know happens to keel dead sometime within the rest of this week, I'm really sorry. I think I'm carrying a strain of impending disaster upon way too many people I know, so perhaps I should just stick myself in quarantine.

RIP, Bakey Tsuan. He's the last of my maternal grandfather's living male friends. I'm sorry that I never got to know him better because he's the closest I ever had to a grandfather.

And I can't go to the funeral because it's the same day as the SAT. Damn you, apocalypse.