Dread.

I know. I know.

But I'm still not looking forward to tomorrow.

We all know the date. The Date. The day we were attacked, the day my cousin Krystine was killed in the WTC, the day we were shocked into war...the day everything changed for a lot of people.

At work, we're given a dress down day. Jeans, T-shirts, and Red White and Blue are highly encouraged. That's not bad. Though, at around 11:15, there's going to be a moment of silence allowed in the building, and there's a part of me that knows I'm going to have major trouble keeping control. Even now, I wonder if there will be a repeat performance. I lack that feeling of security, and it angers me...

I'm going to work primarily to avoid the news. They want us to not forget it, and I kind of understand. But, they will replay the entire day. In every terrifying detail. I live in the area, so it will just be...so constant. And, that feeling that it could happen again, at any time.

I'm not looking forward to this. Love you guys.