Bleh

I was in a pretty shitty mood all day today, and it didn’t end until around 4:00 PM.

Morning involved lots of little things and, before I knew it, I was in a company-wide benefits meeting to discuss Life Insurance and Accidental Death and Dismemberment. A good thing to know about and have, I guess, but since I don’t really have dependents… big deal. Thinking about it, the whole life insurance/ADAD thing seems like a really boring, depressing form of gambling.

Afterwards, Justin and I spent a few hours hashing out an outline for a "War" page for our stations. Emmis owns a few news talk stations and we’re planning on sharing content from them to a bunch of sites. He and I talked through the various "areas" that such a "War Page" would entail, and I just wasn’t in to it at all.

Part of me felt creepy as shit trying to "market" an "interesting" page about a potential event that could result in the loss of so much life. When we started to lay out sections that gave info about "what to do in the event of biological/chemical/bomb attacks," I started feeling even worse. To me, the kind of worry that gets started regarding potential terrorist attacks are separate from what’s going on in Iraq. I could be wrong – I’ve been shying from the news mainly because I have a big distaste for this sort of thing.

All morning and most of the day, I felt like crap. And sometime around the afternoon, I figured out why:

I’d spent all morning thinking and talking about death.