I've stayed silent for the most part on the issues of the past few days. I've served on more juries since Friday than I did in the past month it seems like.

Very few people are thinking rationally right now. They just know that a terrible thing has happened and they want something done about it right now. That's pretty much the wrong state of mind to make big decisions in. We'll see if our leaders respond in a calmer way.

I think maybe everyone needs mental help after the tragedy of all those children being murdered that way. It is hard to deal with it, very hard. I think everyone needs mental help right about now, because of how unimaginable this horror is. We know it, but they haven't realized it yet. That is the best way I can explain it, I think.

I finally took a break the other day and literally went and looked at baby animal pictures. I know that is escapism, but I needed a few hours to see the beauty in the world or my entire faith in humanity was going to shatter. The break did a lot of good.

Not that I'm shaking in my boots about this, I know assholes will be assholes. And frankly, I got over my weepy fearful stage, I don't know if it's the lamictal, the workouts, or what, but I'm like "bring it".

Even got in a bar fight Friday night and walked away with a bloody fat lip.

Ok, actually, got smacked in the face with an overhanging tree branch while riding Friday night. I thought the bar fight tale was a better one to tell the guys in the locker room this morning, LOL, then I told them it was a tree branch.

Great workout, then a few minutes in the steam room to let the eucalyptus help with the cold, then a really hot shower. So, I feel great today, other than the cold hanging on. Gray herringbone suit, raspberry broadcloth shirt, red, magenta, dark purple and black striped silk tie, and my Sketchers black suede and nickel hikers with gray, black, and white argyle socks. All of the sudden I love dressing nicely, with my own weird quirks, hence the suit and hiking boots look, because I look and feel better about myself. And mostly because it's the opposite of where I was afraid I was headed in the worst of my anxiety. This look is so NOT Cass Corridor (Detroit's notorious drug and violence neighborhood, the most dangerous in the city with a lot of homeless ).

Great album, thoughtful and introspective, kind of quiet and soft for Green Day.

Um, frankly, the only thing I'm NOT doing is real work.

I think I better get to it. Yikes. Later.

I just feel like I am in a hamster wheel.

I just got told I should wear a scarlet letter and be on a registry. This certainly is bringing out the fringe elements. Makes me wonder if some of these people are undercover baggers.

B2 for our bipolar, someone else will get CA, child of alcoholics, and don't forget SA for sexually abused.

Nice freaking idea.

It became a badge of honor.

Besides, I told the ass if he was going to work to get me registered, I was going to work to get his guns confiscated.

Quid pro quo, Clarice, quid pro quo.

cover everyone's crap?

I'm a BP2ILUWYUGAIHDKJAGFVJXNBAKHGCASYTFAQGHDEQLKBDVQNVXVBCAXYTAJV or some such thing.

It will be meaningless, as it should be.