by I suppose now is not the time to tell you about the apocalyptic dreams I had before I’d heard that today was the day? I had the same dream twice. I was standing in my window, looking downtown, watching each building explode one after another, like a wave, heading toward me. It was awful, no where to run. In the last few seconds I had I wondered what could have caused it. The terrorists couldn’t have wired every single building to go like that, it was like each explosion ignited the building next to it. All moving inexorably and too-fast-to-run in my direction. Pretty spectacular. And horrible.
I thought I might live blog my day, except I don’t have anything interesting planned, maybe go to the library, research some coal miners, that’s pretty much it for today. Except for me, that is a good day. I love doing sh*t like that. I’ll see how it goes.
The last supper. Okay, technically, the second to last supper since this is all supposed to happen at 6pm and they get a meal at 4:30. Eat up!
