threeplusfire | getting up grey

Slept a long time. Odd how you don't realize just how tired you really are. Strange dreams, of hunting for artifacts. A sword, a cup, a small offering plate, in these subterranean passages beneath a movie theater.

Watching the news, with its overly dramatic music and recycled footage. Doesn't seem as showy as I remember the Gulf War being. You know I really do feel sick at heart, remembering how I joked Bush would start a war to be just like his daddy.

Grey sky outside. Keith gets cranky in this weather, because it reminds him of grad school in the north. I should visit him this week, we both have been so busy this semester.

This anthrax situation in Florida is just weird. Weird.