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Mood:
Sick

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Location: Home.
Listening: The Daily Show.

Ill for two reasons:

1. I've managed to eat myself sick for the first time in years. I was starving and just inhaled three plates of lo mein deluxe, black pepper chicken (with shoots and mushrooms), and steamed rice. Not to mention the wonton soup. Good Lord. It hurts to move.

2. Much more importantly, another plane fell out of the sky today. Terrorism or no, this is a terrible thing, and my thoughts go out to the passengers, their families, and the people on the ground in Queens. I think we've dealt with so much pain this summer that we might have become somewhat numb to all of it by now. I hope I never become so numb that the deaths of 250 people cannot reach me.



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