7/7

It's only four thirty, but it's been a long hard day of work. I've been out for days and there are a million things I need to get to this week. The work never stops, even if I do for a couple days. But this day really isn't about me. Today is going to be remembered as the day bombs went off in London and innocent people died. I shudder to think that the cycle of hatred is spinning around uncontrollably once again. Let peace overcome some day.