Idiosycratic Life

F*ck.

Three people died today at the Regatta. They were really drunk, and they drove their boat into a tree. (Yes, there are trees that grow out of salt water. They're called mangroves. Who knew?) Sigh...

I don't *want* to become jaded. Yesterday, I didn't *want* to write that I bet people will die, because the sh!t I saw happening was so crazy. I didn't want to be right. I don't like Angie the Pessimist and her more-sinister companion Conspiracy Theorist Angie. And I don't like that the way everyone else in the newsroom looks at stuff like this- They shrug and say, "The atuopsy report says they were three times drunker than the legal limit. What idiots."- is starting to sound about right to me.