So, this day has been fucking strange. After a late night playing video games with a friend, I went home to get some sleep. My bed is broken. One of the legs on the bed gave way, in a direction that I was sleeping. So I collapsed into the concrete floor of my basement and hurt my neck, which has been hurting all day. Fantastic.
The bed thing is not the most fucked up thing to happen today. This morning, a police officer in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin was shot and killed in a standoff. Normally, not something I'd pay a incredible amount of attention to, other than sympathetic feelings towards his family. This is a little different. His name was Craig Birkholz, and for a year and a half, he was my Residential Adviser at the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh.
I didn't know Craig super well, but I knew him in his capacity as RA and as person. He was a good guy. Sometimes strict, enforcing the dorm rules and so on, but he was never a dick about it. A lot of people were friends with him in the dorm. He was well liked. I liked him. It's really fucked up. I hadn't seen him since I moved out of the dorm after my Junior year (I spent a year longer in the dorms than I had to, in a single room, because all my friends had moved in with each other and I was the lone man out). That was in 2007. I saw him a few times around campus, obviously. UW-Oshkosh isn't a huge campus; It's really easy to see the same people all the time. Needless to say, it's fucked up. Pretty sure I said that already, but I don't know how many times I can stress it. I could say that I wish I knew him better, but I won't. My deepest sympathies to his wife.
Here's the full story from Fond du Lac's local paper:
Feels bad man