I woke up around 12pm today, went out­side to the liv­ing room…then layed on the “death-couch”. Mean­while, I turn on the TV and there it was, “shoot­ing at LAX” and a “plane crash near San Dimas”—scary as hell, but I’m glad the gov. and local police is doing all they can to han­dle things and pre­vent anoth­er 9/11.

On the pos­i­tive side, here’s a lil say­ing to keep in mind…

“…it takes a minute to find a spe­cial per­son, an hour to appre­ci­ate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to for­get them.” ~anony­mous