This is definitely a tense time for the country. I had gotten to the point where I wasn't feeling too shaken up anymore. The video for "Hallelujah" was no longer causing tears. I've basically gone into overload. Last night I passed over Newsweek and U.S. News & World Report for the special issue of Entertainment Weekly about Friends.
But this morning, when my alarm went off, no noise came out of it. It had been tuned into a radio station, but this morning I wasn't woken up by the voices from my radio. I just happened to be awake and noticed a slight humming noise. I spent the entire time I was getting showered and dressed trying to convince myself that the lack of sound was because my clock radio is 15 years old, not because there had been another attack on D.C. But it wasn't until I opened up the shades and saw traffic, and turned on the television to see the same stories as before that I felt better.
Anyway. I'm really enjoying my writing class, except that it means work. A lot of work. And more time with Suzanne. Who called last night when I was trying to watch Big Brother, and who is grating on my nerves more and more each day (why does she have to say, "How's it going?" every time she sees me-even if she just asked me 20 minutes before? Argh!).
I'm looking forward to this weekend. No plans, yay! I just hope we hear about that townhouse soon. Just let us know, dammit!
Sorry, thoughts a bit scattered. This is what happens when you spend almost 2½ hours in a meeting. Gack.
Current song in my head:
"Have Fun, Go Mad" by Blair