Nothing like a little depressing reading to get me started blogging.
So I was looking at Twitter, loo dee dum dee doo dee hum dee…what’s this? SEVEN THINGS YOU LEARN SURVIVING AN ATOMIC BLAST… Whaaat?
And I have read some depressing cracked articles. this one, or this one, or this one, even this one, but none of them took the wind out of my sails like the one I read this morning. Maybe I can half blame captain nameless illness, but I don’t know.
Hmm…it strikes me that I read *a lot* of depressing cracked articles. I can think of 4 right off the top without effort. Oh gees. What does that say about me?
The one piece that was never quite wrapped up for me in a nice little package was the piece about this kid getting adopted by an American dude and made an American citizen. What happened to her actual parents? We were never led to believe that they dide. How did she feel about this? How did they? Did she have siblings?
I can’t even imagine. Hearing details about pink bodies and hanging flesh and people drowning in rivers and rooms full of wounded with no medical care…just…well…took a lot out of me this morning, and I’m not exactly sure why.
yeah, duck and cover. Although I was blown away by the fact that a second pair of pants did do a lot to save her.