LJ: It ain't gonna be pretty

The very first thing I heard when I woke up this morning, you ask?

Warren Buffet pronouncing that a nuclear attack against DC and NYC was inevitable.

That can really fuckl up a guy's day. I mean, I realize that I'm the only person on the planet who still has nightmares about the 11th, and I guess I should have expected to freak out about this at some point, but this morning? Why couldn't it have waited and picked a day where I didn't really need to feel "in sorts" [ant: out of sorts]. As I was getting ready, I seriously contemplated cancelling my lease and moving to Haymarket or something like that. I won't do that, of course, but I really could have done without Mr. Buffett's pronouncement.

Then again, his saying it won't make it go away.

If it does happen, I hope I'm either in town, or out at work. If it happens when I'm there, c'est la vie. If it happens when I'm in the office, we're far enough away that I can get in my car, start driving west on 50, and keep going until I stop seeing people.

Ugh.