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I'm awake and I'm functional and that should count for something. Had to deal with several kinds of weird server crap last night (seriously, how the hell does a domain controller for a domain as tiny as this one chew up that much of its processor power), missed my bus this morning, made it into work okay. Dealing with a weird itchy patch near my collarbone that apparently comes out during stressful work times- I've had it twice before, but this time it's lasting longer than usual. Cortisone's not doing as much as I'd like. I'll deal, though. It goes away eventually.

I should note that my sentiments towards tomorrow will most likely be of the "bah, humbug" variety. As I've said before, I was on the ground at the first one. I'm a New Yorker born and raised. I was Red Cross at the time, not a firefighter or cop or soldier or EMT, but I was one of the responders. There was a recognition event that they invited all of us to for the anniversary. There was a police bagpipe band there. They played Amazing Grace for us- for all of the responders- as we arrived.

If you're also a New Yorker then I suspect you'll understand when I say that that is all I'll ever need in the way of remembrance.

So, anyway, yeah. I'll be online tomorrow, but I'm not observing the anniversary. Perhaps I will get back to writing about stuff in Fallout instead. Or possibly making sherbet or beef jerky. one of the two.