get yer blog on
terribly depressed about this crazy war thing and moved by the people of the world. tonight four old people stood outside mother of good council church with "no war" signs, just some old people who wanted to do something. it wasn't even rush hour.
i need to cry and wanted to write about it all, but i've got a lap full of fluffy puppy now and that's much more important. i can't stop kissing him on his soft little skull with the baby dandelion fur.
pray for peace. i gotta crash.