Sunday, February 02, 2003 :::
 

a week later. it's 12:30 am. the Columbia crew perished today in a rain upon the earth of tumbling metal and fire. I woke up to sadness, and have had meloncholia all day. called Brooks when I realized what my left-on-all-night tv was blithering at me at about 9:15 am... starting crying trying to tell him this horrid news. got my self together a few minutes later, and called MC. He wasn't watching TV, but turned it on right away. cried on and off when new things were learned, or when being told about who these brave brave people were. I really don't think that's an exageration. I mean...light several THOUSAND pounds of explosive fuel under yer ass -- and it's about to kick you off the planet of your birth. something fundemantally wrong with that. like flying in general. there's so much hope that just plain goes with getting the damn thing off of the ground. i was going to stay home and watch more buffy on dvd, but i felt i just wanted to be with people .

::: posted by Grendy at 2/02/2003 12:47:00 AM