I'm so glad I'm working sixteen hours today, so I don't have to hear about it.
Saw Bowling for Columbine last night; we had to go to Lansing for it. While it was very good, it created more despair in me than a desire to act. I feel so helpless when I think about the issues presented.
I hope Mary the cleaning lady shows up soon. I want to go back to bed, but know that as soon as I lay down, she'll be beating on the door. As soon as I let her in, it's curtains (well, bed curtains) for me.