hate this day
Man, I mean, I really hate this day. I wish I wasn’t at work. I mean, you can’t do anything without being reminded of what happened, which I guess is good, but it still just makes me sick and tired and depressed, to be honest.
This is a picture of Mickey and Jen, taken
while we were in Hamburg in the summer of
2000.
Mickey died in one of the planes with
his wife, who was pregnant with their
first child.
I had a really fantastic weekend but will write about it later.
Monday, September 11, 2006
