just came back from Mendocino County after a four day hiatus from life, city, and the apocalypse. peter called me wednesday night and whisked me away from here, stress and terrorist-attack shock hot on his tails-- we just wanted some peace and quiet, some psychological running away from how horrible this world could be.

spend weds. night crashed out on the floor, through the cold nights. thursday we went to town to buy groceries to last us for a few days; hung out with some people that were there including brian. friday brian left, his pals left, and peter & i were alone in the dome for the weekend. we watched tv, got high, strolled around, picked some strawberries and talked about the world and our lives. it's cold up there, sometimes i'd wear two sweatshirts and two pairs of socks.

we also visited pat's ramp. and apparently this weekend was peter's ex's birthday party, which we didn't go to and instead cooked a nice, yummy dinner on the brian's wood stove. we watched three hours of simpsons; and all of the south park videos. and now, we're back, in the swarm of things, and life's about to go on as best as it can tomorrow.

personally, i don't think getting angry and bombing another country is going to help. killing innocents in our rage? i can't support that. i can't support jumping to conclusions about something as serious as Tuesday, either-- are they completely, positively sure they know "who dunit"? wouldn't a couple thousand spies do the job at finding out whys and hows? i don't feel more patriotic than i usually do; i don't feel complete mindless rage, i just want to know who did it, why, and to have them die in the same way all those civilians have died in NYC. my heart goes out to all the people who've lost or are lost because of these mean, dickless acts of violence.