war zone

I am not sure I could even beging to explain how hard or insane today was. The phones were going off the hook, and the calls were out there. It was so intense and rough. Every time you poked your head up, something else exploded. I feel like I've been running all day without pause. I could cry from the exhaustion, but I have to stop for gas on the way home. More than anything I want to go home and have someone rub my head until I stop feeling so crazed from this.

The Rose Bowl is on tonight. I think I'll end up staring sideways at the television. Some friends are going to Mother Egan's to watch the game, but I don't think I have the energy to do that. So it's homeward to the quiet.