(diaryland) September 16, 2001 - 2:49 p.m.

I'm still not sure when to start writing yet. It's not time, though. Diane keeps watching things on the telly other than news, and I get fidgety.

I get this really strange feeling when I wonder what's going to happen when there's no more news to tell about it. It's going to be weird.

Maybe I will soon start wishing for something else to happen. I know it's stupid and bad, but it's a little bit true. But right now, I would like to hear stories about the people who died, all day long, for months. I wish I could hear a story about every person. Just an anecdote or about their hobbies or something.

Also, I hope no more civilians die as a result of this.