I came home to find out Kurt Vonnegut had died, via Winter. (Been gone all morning helping at Avadore's school -- more on that later.) What do you say, you know? I remember when I first read him in the eighth grade, and then I just could never stop.

Funnily enough, he recently came up in conversation with Rice, who had confused Slaughterhouse Five with The Jungle. I can sort of see how he did it, sort of, but not.

Do any of you ever feel like you've ended up in a place you didn't intend?