a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








maybe be grateful


Frances' birthday party was fun. I ate entirely too much or ate something bad, however, because I woke up in the middle of the nite with an absolutely horrible stomach ache. I also got home really, really late. These two factors rendered me incapable of going to work this morning at ten like I was supposed to. So my mom called and told them I was sick and I ended up going in at quarter after twelve.

I am really, really depressed right now. My stomach still really hurts. I am tired. I have to babysit tonite from seven until God knows when. I won't mind it so much I really love Alexis & Brianna, those are the little girls. But I just hope I can stay awake. I am going to 5:30 mass again. I'd rather stay home and take a nap, but I can't.

I am really starting to get annoyed by everyone's takes on the war. It's not so much the individual perspectives, it's the fact that everyone and their mother has to rip everyone a new asshole when they make a comment or post an entry about the war. People are dying, whether you're for or against the whole thing. We lost about twenty men yesterday and yes most people are afraid that it was someone they know, but for most people, it won't be. But somewhere out there, there will be a mother or a daughter or a wife who gets a call. A call that says "I'm sorry" and you know the rest. So maybe instead of everyone ripping each other's heads off and passing judgement and ridiculing and mocking and everything else everyone is doing. Maybe we can all just think of those that we have lost and those that are sacrificing theirselves for us and be grateful.


written on 2003-03-22 at 4:46 p.m.

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