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Monday, 10th October, 2001 - 10:57pm

head out of clouds, feet firmly on ground

Today's entry is brought to you by The National Organisation of People Sick of Having Their Hearts Jump Into Their Throats Every Time They Turn on the Television Because Some Power Hungry Fuckshit With a Boner Got Trigger Happy.

If you've never heard of it, it's okay. We're a relatively new organisation, and our meetings are held every Tuesday night. We aren't very productive, however - because by the time we've announced "the nth meeting of the 'National Organisation of People Sick of Having Their Hearts Jump Into Their Throats Every Time They Turn on the Television Because Some Power Hungry Fuckshit With a Boner Got Trigger Happy' officially in progress" - well, we're a non-profit organisation, and we can't afford to book more than an hour in City Hall, so we inevitably run out of time.

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But in all seriousness, that's all I have to say on the matter. It may be bastardly, it may be callous, it may be down-right offensive; but I have so many other things to worry about (like paying next week's rent, amongst other just as critical things) that I simply haven't the physical, mental, or emotional capacity to allow any room for panicking about the threat of war.

I'm just going to continue with life on it's own little scale; laugh at the little things that amuse me, stress over the little things that worry me, and make aggressive (but still very cute) growling noises at the little things that piss me off. And I encourage everybody to do the same.

I don't mean go into denial, or stick your head in the sand - not by a long shot. Let's stay informed, keep our eyes open, and, for the love of all things rational, keep our brains functioning - but let's save it all for when we really need it, eh?

(PS: Don't bother trying to reduce my organisation's title to an acronym - N.O.P.S.H.T.H.J.I.T.T.E.T.T.T.T.B.S.P.H.F.W.B.G.T.H. doesn't spell anything. It doesn't even have a nice ring to it, like R.S.P.C.A. I don't understand why...

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