I spent $65 on Prismacolor markers yesterday (a 24-set and 5 singles) and that makes me very happy, even if I can't use them for shit quite yet. Work was hell and I spent the night at Becca's. My mom called me there from Virginia at 10:30 to tell me that my grandfather has pancreatic cancer and that's already spread and in its final stages, which means he doesn't have a lot of time left. I'm going to Virginia for a week starting this Sunday, since the 4th is his birthday (and my dad's, too). I don't know what I feel about it all.