2003-03-25 - 9:48 a.m.
It's a beautiful morning, and I'm supposed to be at work in less than 45 minutes. The urge to run far away from a computer, perhaps even as far as the beach, is strong. Instead, I will throw on semi-professional clothes and go in there, checking the war headlines every hour.
My shoulders tense whenever I think about the war. Last night I started crying while watching the local news. There are lots of soldiers from this area, and the news people insist on interviewing their families repeatedly. If I see one more teenaged kid worried about the safety of their parent, I'm going to lose it.
This is why I want to run as far away from a computer as possible.
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