It is September 11. I have spent the better part of the day thus far playing video games. Now I am up waaaay past my bedtime.
I shall sleep.
Then I shall sell t-shirts and black and gold clown-hair wigs and foam claws.
Then I shall write a paper.
Then I shall sleep again.
I don't think it's such a bad thing that I'll be going about my life rather than conducting some elaborate remembrance...after all, four years ago, it didn't seem like anything would be normal ever again.
So **** you, bin Laden. 3:45 and all's well.
Posted by Jennifer at September 11, 2005 03:45 AM | TrackBackA very fitting non-rememberence rememberence. :)
Posted by: Tuning Spork at September 11, 2005 05:58 PM"**** you, bin Laden"
Really, that's all that needs to be said.
Posted by: Harvey at September 13, 2005 08:16 AM