My problem isn’t really the identity crisis. I know what I want. My problem is that I can’t have it.
Oh, and here’s to September 11th. No wonder I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. At like 12:15.
So here’s to sleeping in indulgently and feeling drunken and cloudy after the fact too.
I don’t mean to be flippant about the date, I really don’t. It is just that the post 09/11 disasters are so massive that it is hard to focus on just the one date – they keep accumulating… What was the date we let Osama slip through our fingers? The date that the administration neglected to focus all of our attention on finding him? The date that we decided to invade Iraq? The date the first American died there? The date the first innocent child was blown to pieces? And the list could go on, with each of the follow-on dates compounding the original tragedy. It’s just too overwhelming.