"I'm breathing. I must be alive on some primal level."
Here were my thoughts Monday:
"There have been worse things in my life. None come to mind. I will pray for sleep, or a debilitating blow to the head until this is over."
Here were my thoughts Monday night:
"Will this ever be over? When will this be over? AHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Here are my thoughts today:
"I'm hungry. I'm a little too paralyzed by the terror of the past two days, so I won't eat... but I'm hungry. This is... better."
Here's hoping for a brighter tomorrow. And may it all end here... I can't think of an enemy deserving of this kind of torture. At least, none I'd name publicly or anything.