September 11, 2001 / 9:14 p.m.

For once I'll put aside my petty rants. It all seems so insignifigant now.

Its so surreal seeing on the news places I've frolicked on vacation. Pizza places I've sat in. I woke up this morning at about 8:30ish. I fall asleep to NPR every night, and leave the radio on that station. I can't sleep unless there's some background noise. I woke up to a "special bulletin", something about an airplane crashing into the World Trade Center. This really freaked me out because one of my good friends JJR works by there. I turned on the TV and woke up St. Boi for work. We were sitting, talking about how devestating it was when the shit shot the fan. It fell. The whole fucking building. My favorite building in the city. I found it to be a testement to the wonders of mankind. A technological and cultural shrine. Gone. Two blinks.

Then LJ called me, scared, because he had a bad dream. He was standing on a sidewalk and planes were crashing into the buildings around him.

I told him to turn on the news.

The only way I can cope is laughing. The only way I can deal is making stupid jokes. Too much life, too much beauty has been lost for my mind to comprehend.

I say a prayer for everyone who knows someone who has been lost, or injured. May their deaths and struggle not have been in vain, and serve as a testement to the human spirit.

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