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Now none of that went exactly as planned.

On the plus side, my new social security card will be here in about two weeks, which means I'm one itty bitty step closer to Sydney, and I suppose more importantly to everyone who knows me, to having ID to like get into bars and shit (I'm 30 and grew up in the 80s-no-one-ever-got-carded NYC, so the whole thing is a little weird to me).

On the down side -- Kinkos said it would take two hours to do my resumes so I have to go pick them up in a bit and where my big giant head should be is a billboard advertising the start of the NFL season.

if you read one thing about 9/11 read this

I'm in the throes of major self-induced stress today and want to rant about everything and just _can't_.

That said, Megan ran upstairs with the new Get Your War On earlier and I am utterly utterly blown away by it and it oddly gets right to the fucking point:

"I can't believe it's already been two years. I'm so exhausted -- I feel like I started running a marathon on September 12, 2001 and I haven't stopped since. And I'm fucking sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like I gotta read the newspaper every day. I'm sick of having to open my atlas every goddamn time there's a new terror threat. I'm sick of President Bush acting like half our allies in the war on terrorism aren't total fucking creeps. I'm sick of Donald Rumsfeld's gray skin and naked contempt. I'm sick of feeling queasy every time I go to the gas station. I'm sick of trying to remain optimistic. I'm sick of hearing about refugees and kids with no fucking arms. I'm sick of left-wingers and right-wingers slinging shit and trying to out-patriot each other. I'm sick of Lower Manhattan's skyline looking like... Decatur, or some fucking two-bit wannabe metropolis. And I'm sick of all the tattered, fading flags -- buy a new fucking flag if you're such a fucking patriot, for fuck's sake! I'm sick of my friends being unemployed. I'm sick of my kids asking me when the world will be better. I'm sick of not trusting anybody with a microphone. I'm truly sick of dumb motherfuckers that think Saddam Hussein had something to do with it. I'm sick of think tanks. Fucking stupid think tanks -- would you stop thinking and fucking fix something for fuck's sake? I'm sick of people who argue with me. I'm sick of worrying if I've been wrong all along. I'm sick of people writing speeches for children and giving them to adults. I'm sick of Joe Lieberman. Please, please shut up, Joe Lieberman. I'm sick of sirens. I'm sick of the smell of alcohol. I'm sick of crying when I hear Rhapsody in Blue I'm sick of sometimes feeling empty."

"You know what I'm sick of? I'm sick of my cousin being dead."