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I'm feeling better today for some reason. Jennifer and Ashley stopped by to see me, and we're going out to eat lunch...whenever they get here.

My grandparents are FINALLY getting a little rain out at their place. They're farmers, and they haven't really had measurable rain in about a year. They've been hurting for it BADLY. I think they said that the cost of gas to run the irrigation pumps were up to $1100 bucks a month with the hike in the gas price. Nobody can afford that, least of all them. I'm glad they're finally getting some precip.

There are still other things that I'm concerned about, but my spirits are higher. You just have to remember that money shouldn't run your life, whether you have it or not.

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So....we're at war. I know everyone has his or her own opinion about it, but opinions don't make it any easier to deal with. I do have a new feeling towards it now that it has started, though. I now feel guilt for feeling so much anxiety over it. Yes, guilt. Guilt, because I'm sitting here safe in my home in quite likely the last place in the country a terrorist would strike while families in Iraq, Kuwait, and Israel are huddling in their homes praying that a bomb doesn't land on them. I don't really feel that I have the right to be afraid since my life is not in such immediate danger. Sure, I fear for them, the future of this country, the safety of the troops, the sanity of Bush, etc. I just have this weird hypocritical feeling about. I don't understand my own thoughts anymore.

I hate to add humor to a situation like this, but I have the strongest urge to join hands with someone and sing Kumbaya right now.