I’m really uptight today, much more so than usual (haha). I have no idea what it can be, but if anyone else feels it too, go ahead and chime in.

No, it isn’t the Greenland ice cap. That’s too distant, and I live in the mountains. It certainly isn’t the Chinese nail clippers that keep coming apart in my pocket. This is more like underlying elemental terror, existential angst cranked up to “11.” What on earth? Maybe it’s this. How the hell do I know?

Maybe, when all is said and done, it’s just little ol’ me…

UPDATE (morning of 9-9): Woke up today with a ghastly premonition that the administration would launch a war of “revenge” on September 11th. War Crime City, chilluns, and I certainly hope not, but what’s to stop them unless the generals revolt?

Interesting times. May they soon pass.