Friday, March 28, 2003

If I don't write, I'll explode
There's a war on, folks, and it's inside my head. You know you've got it bad when you picture the CNN anchors when you try to sleep at night. I'm overloaded with terms like "embedded," "bunker busters," and "operation." When did things stop being a war and start being an operation? And why does that phrase always make me think "take out wrenched ankle?" In any case, I need to vent. I need to get these ideas out of my brain and onto something (paper, ether, someone else's brain), or I'll never sleep again. And trust, without sleep is not pretty.