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Despondent...

What a sad day. Among the day's events that had me wishing it was all a nightmare from which I would soon awake:

My president. No, the president of my country, AGAIN used the word "nu-cu-lur" in the State of the Union address.

Coretta Scott King died.

Samuel Alito became the newest justice of the U.S. Supreme Court. Nice knowing you, Roe v. Wade.

The 100th British soldier died in Iraq.

My boss announced that he was being promoted, throwing my work situation into turmoil. AGAIN.

And I'd add that Walk the Line was left out of the Oscar nominee list for best picture...but that sounds a little trivial compared most other events I listed. Still...Munich? Really?

I'm going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I don't see how.

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Brianne said…
You must be more optimistic! If a day is THAT bad then surely the next one MUST be better.
And I'm so sick of this abortion split. Stupid Republicans need to realize that if they make abortion illegal, then people will still do them - but in back alleys and get all sorts of diseases and stuff.
I still haven't seen Walk the Line. I haven't seen Munich either but I'd rather see the other one first.. And didn't War of the Worlds get nominated for something? *shudder* If I have to see Tom Cruise anytime soon I will vomit.
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