I really didn't cry until half an hour ago

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I did it. I stayed far from the televisions, the media, everything. The only thng I did was attend the memorial/anti-war rally sponsored by some student groups on the West Mall today. Bob Jensen, journalism professor and professional troublemaker, gave an excellent speech, about the chance America had to profoundly change the way it relates to the world, and how that had all but slipped through our fingers by the end of this day last year. By the end, he was visibily fighting back tears. I wanted to hug the man, and I regret a bit now that I didn't.

The Green Party's governor hopeful spoke, while the military helicopters circled overhead. It was profoundly strange. I would forget, and look up at the tower to check the time.

I feel strange. I suppose that is the side effect of spending twelve hours in Metro, drinking coffee and smoking. Haven't had a proper meal all day. But I did see Miss Natalie, met a nice fellow named Kenneth who went to my high school and I never knew, exchanged lots of silly text messages with Elisa, and survived a riot of moods. Upside down and back to front... gods, I'm tired.