Two candles burn in red glass holders on my desk this morning.

One is in rememberance of Tuesdays events, that terrible day. World Trade Center, Pentagon, the plane that never made it's target and those brave passengers who made a tremndous sacrafice. It has been comforting and encoutaging to read all of my friend's views of the events of this week. Thank you all.

One is in rememberance of my father. I think I'm going to go a step further and go through all of his books and whatnot that I've been keeping in storage this weekend. I will have a candle for him on Monday as well. I had thought about visiting his grave, but haven't been able to bring myself to do so. Not once in this whole year.

Fleeting thought of the day: Is it selfish to mourn one loss among thousands of others?

Fleeting resolution to that thought: Fuck no, he was my father.

I've put so much on the back burner this week. I've had game stuff pending, which I could really give a rats ass about currently. I set a plot out at my game and the domain is in an upheaval over it, finally some excitement in the game thanks to me, the higher up storytellers are waiting for more info from me, but it's all really just not important anymore.

And to top it all off, I'm really sleepy today. My normal (well normal in the majorly insomniac sense of the word) sleep patterns are a bit screwed up. I'll try to rest and relax this weekend.

Take care and be careful everyone.