What a day! What a day.
[Knocked out this part 'cause it's not really my business]
It was a long day, though not without entertainment. I saw Baron Munchausen, which was pretty fun. There seemed to be something weird in the air, though. My mother saw someone else getting dragged into a police car earlier, and the hospitals were apparently pretty busy. Getting on the computer, I read about a
southern mayor who died right at the beginning of his term (the coroner called it suicide, citing the gunpowder residue within the chest wound as proof. Apparently, it is impossible to kill someone with a pistol when you're pressing it into his or her chest?) and a young girl with apparently unmitigatable physical and mental conditions who has been
physically modified to make her life easier and better enable her care, according to her parents. I had a lot to say about that last one, but I'm not saying anything unless I'm directly asked my opinion. My mind became far too chaotic when I read that to put together anything to which I'd sign my name.