I got over it last night before I went to bed. Credit the rum.
I'm back to being "not over it" today. I feel like I've been dropped from a jet at 15,000 feet, wearing a shirt of galvinized steel and a parachute made of Michael Sweetney. I'm not feeling alive.
This topic tag cloud at the bottom of Sam Amick's story on the disaster seems right.



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