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Jul. 8th, 2005 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowanberriesWow.
Stuff happened, like a lot.
I seem to have two resposes - the mental one, which was to get online and STAY THERE.
And the physical one, which was apparently to get a slight cold.
All you Londoners, I'm just going to echo everyone else and say that you rule. I'm drinking tea right there with you a few miles down from there. *Sips defiantly*
(On another thought - is anyone else finding themselves unable to be angry? Sad yes, shocked - at the time yes, worried about people, praying to a God I barely get on with that it won't happen again hell yes; but angry? Not so much...)
Stuff happened, like a lot.
I seem to have two resposes - the mental one, which was to get online and STAY THERE.
And the physical one, which was apparently to get a slight cold.
All you Londoners, I'm just going to echo everyone else and say that you rule. I'm drinking tea right there with you a few miles down from there. *Sips defiantly*
(On another thought - is anyone else finding themselves unable to be angry? Sad yes, shocked - at the time yes, worried about people, praying to a God I barely get on with that it won't happen again hell yes; but angry? Not so much...)
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Date: 2005-07-08 09:56 am (UTC)*laughs helplessly* Oh god, that's so typically English. There's blood, death and trauma, and what do we do? Get colds. Sigh.
I was a bit angry, but it's passing now. Now, I'm kind of sad, kind of worried, kind of "OK, let's get on with life". Bit like after the IRA bombings and the 1999 nailbombings (and I was about a mile down the road from the Brick Lane one at the time!)