Earlier today, I found out that one of my roommate's friends, a guy he hung out with a lot when they were little, died last night. Apparently, he was coming home from a party last night and flipped his jeep. A couple weeks ago, my roommate and him raced home from a party at that very same place on the same road that the guy died on. It's really been sort of messing with me, thinking about how easily you could die at any possible moment of your life. My roommate's mother told him that the kid's mother is really broken up on it, she swears if she keeps praying, she's going to bring him back to life. So, yeah, pretty somber night around here.