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I am sick.

This world is fucking insane. I just sat here and watched an airplane fly into one of the Trade Towers. I watched both of them fall to the ground - all the people who might have survived the original blast fell to their deaths. All the people in those hijacked planes. All the people on the ground who were hit with debris, suffocated under massive piles of dust. The Pentagon. The Twin Towers. We are a nation under siege. We are facing an event three hundred times the magnitude of Pearl Harbor. We are a nation of the brink of fucking war. I am terrified.

I'm thinking right now, perhaps selfishly, of Joey. I hope to fuckin' God she wasn't on any plane that crashed, that she's safe at home or somewhere far away from all this bullshyt. She's the only person I know who is on planes all the time, and I hope to fuckin' God she's ok.

All those people....so many people to pray for. I can't believe the horror.



( 2 rays of sunshine — Be a ray of sunshine! )
Sep. 11th, 2001 08:16 pm (UTC)
***Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!***
And thank gawd I am out sick with a blood disease... I was supposed to be flying. I never thought anything good could come from a blood disease. Gawd...this is so surreal...so macabre. I am still in shock. I feel sick. ****Brightie***
Sep. 12th, 2001 06:22 am (UTC)
I'm just so glad you're ok, Joey, even though it was the disease that saved you. *hugggggggs!* I hope all your friends are ok, too, and we'll be praying for you.
( 2 rays of sunshine — Be a ray of sunshine! )