I just made you up to hurt myself.

Did not go out this weekend. Locked myself up in my Tomb, trying to write my new draft.

Friday night, I started to hear a cacophony of cars honking. It happens where I live.

And then a car exploded in flames right outside my building.

I don't know what happened but the car was empty. It looked like it may have been abruptly abandoned. There were no ambulances, just fire trucks and cops. It was loud for a while.

Saturday morning, I went out to get some breakfast and an old man in a wheelchair suffered a seizure and fell on his head on the concrete—right as I was approaching.

Sunday, thankfully, I witnessed no horrors. Just me wrestling with my draft, which I am still in the middle of as I write this. It's a little more involved than I'd hoped.

This week. Anything can happen.