February 1st, 2003

My Widdle Bwain

*Howls*

This is one of those times where one never knows what to say, but where something must be said. Words cannot express my sorrow and frustration at the loss of the Columbia.

I had hoped that the year of the Sheep might bring a new year filled with less bad stuff. This is not the beginning I had hoped for. May this be the worst that the year brings.
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