To put things into perspective, I should do this by the hour.

Yesterday was a particularly bad day, when I tried and tried and can't achieve what I hoped to obtain. For ten solid minutes, I hated that place. I wish reality would take smaller strides away from the illusion I personally fabricated. Yesterday was the last straw. Life is telling me something. I hear it, but continue to argue. Would I do it again? The crossroad promises to re-emerge. Would I take the prudent and safer road, or the more daring and possibly miserable one. It's happiness I'm after, don't you know? Not fame, not money, not even success, but happiness, and love... always love. Can happiness exist in the absence of all four? Probably not, not for me.

The worst thing, ever, happened to the divers. This will be the end of my Olympic reporting; I think I'm jinxing them...

Last night I talked to a dear dear friend. The teddy bear she gave me in the eighth grade is still sitting on my bed, still wearing the American Flag wool sweater. I know the turtle slippers I gave her two Christmases later is also within sight, or within the packed boxes. We went to different colleges, and despite the letters and cards that we painstakingly sent each other, I believe we have morphed into different people. There are things that words cannot say, envelopes cannot hold, and there are gaps in our understanding of each other that can only be filled upon second thought. We filled some last night, didn't we?

That was for the sake of my sanity.

Now, for the sake of humanity, I quote my dear dear friend --

Does Bush really think that visiting the Underground Railroad Museum is going to garner him the African-American vote? Please give us a little more credit...are we cattle, because it seems as if he really wants to herd our votes...

Boom! It's on.....