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August 28, 2005
Enough With the Surrealism Already
It's been a weird weekend.
First, the insanity on FP's blog had me all kinds of upset on Friday night.
Then, Saturday brought news of Kara's mom's sudden illness, which had me even more kinds of upset.
Today, Clara Jane's sick. Nothing serious, just some sniffles, but enough to make her really cranky. B. and I have fought all day.
And now I don't want to go to bed, because I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and hear that New Orleans is gone. I've been reading far too much worst-case scenario journalism and it's fucking with me. I feel like I did in the weeks after 9/11, when I dreaded going to sleep every night, just because I dreaded waking up to unthinkable news.
I have no coherant or cohesive thoughts on any of these matters. I just felt like mentioning that I am worn out. I want normal back.
Posted by Robin at August 28, 2005 11:34 PM
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The thought of a New Orleans disaster kept me awake last night. Don't know why - I guess I have so many good memories down in the Big Easy and I've read too many Anne Rice novels polishing my idea of a grander time.
I'm with ya, honey.
Posted by: Big Daddy B at August 29, 2005 08:04 AM
everything else is going to hell, why not wipe out one of my favorite cities while we're at it?
Posted by: kara at August 29, 2005 10:10 AM
I'm so worried sick about this hurricane, about Louisiana and Alabama and my beloved Mississippi being torn to hell that I can't think about it. I can barely look at the new coverage and I can't even write about it. I'm down to fumbling for any silliness I can find to get my mind away from the misery.
Hope Clara Jane is feeling better soon. Hope you and B are kissing and making up.
OH! And I got so upset about FP's unwarrented ass reaming that I ended up ranting to my B about it because I had to get it out!
Posted by: DixiePeach at August 29, 2005 04:17 PM
