Not Up. Not Down. September 11, 2002 - 2:08 p.m.

Work. Work. Work.

Normal work hours for me this week. Maybe next as well. 8 hour days. Actually, the fifth day will be 12 hours. So I'm looking at possibly 4 hours overtime. I'm saving all the money I get for Christmas.

The water heater is leaking very badly. We're going to work an hour or so late so that we can fix it.

Really, nothing of interest to speak of.







On the '9-11' note... I feel bad for all the people affected. The people in the buildings and planes. The people related to them as well. Anyone closely involved, I have empathy for them. But I'm so fucking tired of hearing about it nearly every hour. I'm glad I have to work today, because then I won't have to sit around and see some special program, interrupting my shows, repeating things we've heard for a year now. Hell, I got tired of the media hype that day, and I wasn't even watching tv!

Like I said, I do feel bad that it happened. I don't want to seem heartless, but I wasn't directly affected and there's nothing that I can do now to prevent it. You can't prevent what's already happened. So I'm going to just live out my life. And that's that. Why let something stop me from doing..... anything?

I have a thousand things going through my head at the moment. Nothing unusual. If I think of more, I may add it later.

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