It's been a scary day. A curl up in the corner and cry day. I don't know...There's no good reason to be influenced by the bastards of the media...but...None of this front page Dick-Cheney-Says-Attack-Inevitable crap is surprising. Are you shocked to hear another attack is almost certain? I'm not. BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S NOT UPSETTING. That's the part some people are forgetting. Hearing a list of possible targets...I'm not up for that. Supermarkets, malls, financial institutions. Two admissions: #1. I'm prone to panicking. (I thought a tiny girl- no more than 5 feet, 90 lbs- was following me yesterday. First, what the hell would she have done? Second, WHY? Exactly.) #2. Dad works for the Federal Reserve. Oh, excellent, affiliated with both finances AND the government. I am willing to bet Dad isn't nervous. In fact, if he reads this, he'll probably make fun of me. That's not going to stop me from worrying. I'm going to call him. If I tell him about any of this, he's going to laugh at me. I'm going to call anyway. We'll probably just talk about nonsense. Good enough.