dispossessed

I feel disoriented. Queasy, nauseous, bla, bla, bla. What a sick day. Nothing good is happening anywhere. I'm going to take the dogs for a long walk and get away from media for a while.

I had a bad dream last night about a plane crash, actually three plane crashes. I don't believe in precognition or anything, but I was already in a weird frame of mind when I woke up, then to find out about the Columbia, then to look at a fucked up message in my inbox, then to read all the bad news in the paper, etc., etc.

I feel like we're under siege.