I didn't get home last night till almost 3 am. While driving home, I heard on the radio about TWA Flight 800, which exploded near Long Island NY. My sister was NOT on this flight, but she was in the air on her flight (probably thousands of miles from NY at the time). Amazing. It's not every day, or even every year, that a plane just blows up. And it happened at the same time that my sister was flying overseas. Freaky.

Gosh, I'm watching the news about this plane crash. The authorities always bring clergy to comfort the families of the vicitims. What the hell are they thinking. They should bring in psychologists if they are gonna bring in anybody. Why would anyone want to talk to a total stranger upon hearing of the death of their loved one. I'd be pissed off if some clergy guy tried to comfort me. I would want to be left alone. The guy would tell me all this bullshit about god and how my loved ones are in a better world now. I'd make a scene and tell him he's full of it.