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Monday, November 22, 2004

Thank You and I'm Sorry

Two phrases that are highly underused in our world.

I am mad. Can you tell? What is so dammed hard about those words? Really now. Is it so incredibly difficult to say I'm sorry or thank you...sometimes I really hate people. That's terrible isn't it? People are getting bombed, and all I can complain about is not getting a thank you or I'm sorry...but it matters. Everything matters. It all does. Even the smallest action matters...

And I can't write about the horrible things. I can barely read or hear about them anymore. Especially since my friend Jim is over there now and I haven't been hearing from him lately. It's too upsetting. I feel physically ill.