Well, it’s the day after the Attack on America began. I must say that tonight, here at Gateway, I cried a bit while reading the deluge of the harrowing last-minute-of-life stories of the victims. It just makes me feel small and insignificant. Almost helpless. Almost makes me want to feel apathetic, because why does anything matter now? The rest of our lives go on — yes, remember the fallen, the victimized, the essentially murdered, but remember also that we must pick up the peices, and while carrying them in our hearts, move on to the future.

Gateway is slow, as it has been since the incident. My truck is being fixed, my uncle passed away, my parents are gone, and my life continues. Oddly enough, nothing too dramatic in my personal life. I feel a little down about a couple small things, but nothing that I can’t handle now that I stopped sucking. Life isn’t super-grand, but it is good. Carry on.

*Update @ 1:22am* :: Man, I’m just feeling really down right now. Can’t seem to shake it — time to go to bed. But not before I give you this link to funny stuff — Tryin’ me, mothafucka?