I hate to post a personal downer but it’s my log and I’ll cry if I want to, so here goes. I’ve found out that an old friend of mine, Kirsten, has died of breast cancer. She was only 30 years old. I lost touch with her after high school, but I remember her as the sweetest, nicest person I knew. I never saw her being mean to anyone. Do something for me and for her today: contact someone you’ve lost touch with, someone you’ve been meaning to write to, but you never make the time to. Do not wait any longer. I tend to heal with humor, so here’s the infamous Kirsten quote that her best friend used under her own yearbook photo: “Is there a problem officer?”