I'm very tired.

As has practically everyone, I’ve been thinking of nothing but the WTC bombings for the last couple of days.

I don’t have any children whom I can hug. I don’t have a wife or girlfriend to commiserate with. I’ve already talked with the people I have to talk with. These boards are my only outlet. It’s still warmer in L.A. than I like (you may have noticed in other threads that I prefer cold, rainy weather) so I have a fan on in my room. This frequently causes my sinuses to run, and this morning I woke up coughing at 0245. I took some Nyquil, but the alarm went off at 0500. I’m sad, I’m tired, and I’m drained. I want to sleep for 10 hours straight. I want to hear the airplanes in the Santa Monica Airport traffic pattern, under which I live, buzzing overhead.

Sympathies. I really hate being up and not being able to go to sleep and get some physical and mental rest. I’m there right now also.

There is a term for this, I think.

I have it too. I can’t sleep well, I’m tired of fretting over it, yet I’d feel like a monster if I tuned it all out. Not that I think I could anyway.

I hear you, Johnny. I slept terribly last night, worse the night before. I’m sitting here at work, then I go to school until 10:00P, and I don’t know how on earth I’m going to make it when all I really want to do is go back to bed. Feel better, man.

I hear you Johnny. I’ve been emotionally exausted for a while myself. I’ve managed to pull myself away from news coverage for small breaks and those have been a real help. Give it a try if you can.

Four hours of sleep in the past (almost to the minute) 48.

I’m struggling with sanity.

It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, I just seem to be utterly unable.

Also no one to hug here.

I’m carrying my Winnie-the-Pooh around everywhere.

I’d be tired anyway; my biorhythms still aren’t adjusted to college and my 8:00 classes… but it’s worse now. I have a significant other, of course, but he’s too far away to hug, and my family is even further away than he is. I’ve taken to keeping my ancient stuffed bunny-rabbit with me in my backpack.

Part of the frustration from all this in addition to our sorrow for the children, families, and all the innocents who were destroyed without any just cause,…is we see INACTION when lesser castrophies occur.

Ossar Bin Ladin was responsible for the attack on 2 US embassies…Our journalist is able to get an interview with Bin Ladin but Sadam and Bin Ladin continue to function as if nothing happened.

I think we would all feel better if our government bent the rules of political correctness and destroyed the perpetrators of this dastardly deed.

We can hug each other at the Dopefest.

I have a feeling there will be much hugging there.

I haven’t done anything even remotely “normal” since Monday. I just took a shower today. I’ve been awake since 6:30 yesterday morning, when I woke up sick after having only slept for ~2 hours. I’m so god damn tired I can’t even think anymore. But I just can’t sleep.

Nope, there’s no one here either. Except my nephew, who’s just too interested in Rugrats to give a damn. I don’t want to be alone anymore.

Well, you know how this day started for me. On the way to work there were traffic jams. I got to work a half hour late. I started checking my e-mail and clicked on a link. Normally I use Netscape Communicator as my browser, but the company insists on Explorer. I hate Explorer because it’s so frelling slow. Some sort of failure window popped up and I clicked “OK”. Same window popped up again. And again. It wouldn’t go away. I decided to reboot. Crash. Tried to start again and a needed file wasn’t found. I had to reboot using the NT disc or CD. Not having one, I called Tech Support. After about half an hour a guy came and trid to fix the computer. No joy. The only thing to do was to wipe the OS and reinstall. But it would take about three hours to find a copy. He said I’d be down the rest of the day. He decided to install Windows 2000 instead. But he had to take my computer so that he could retrieve all of the files I needed.

To hell with it. I told the manager I wasn’t feeling well (which as I said in the OP, I wasn’t) and I went home.

I’ve been poking around the boards today. I’m watching Airport on DVD. I think my sense of humour is starting to return. I’ve caught myself being tasteless though. Still, it’s a start.

Not knowing what else to do, I’ve put an appeal to support the American Red Cross with donations of blood, money and time on my Jeep Page.

I’m still sad, tired and drained. But I think I’m recovering from all that has happened since Tuesday. Would that the people in New York – the victims, the rescuers, the people who had to live and are still living through the attack – could recover so quickly.