It's September 14th -- the fourth day after the incident at the World Trade Center. Unfortunately. And I'm still trying to pull myself together.

I spent most of yesterday cuddling with Banner and Jurrel -- the idea being that I needed to take some time out, and touch, and reaffirm some of these bonds of friendship and humanity that we share. And it worked, to a point -- I stopped feeling quite so alone, quite so annoyed with the world. Still doesn't mean much -- today I was just as annoyed, just as disquieted.

Dammit, they took a pot shot against my homeland. And I'm a bit upset about that.

Maybe I should get caffeinated, even though Master has forbidden it -- one of my core beliefs has gotten kicked out from under me, might as well kick a few more of my emotional supports out and see what's left, see if I can deal with it.

-Winged