Today is one of the days that I would rather not remember, yet it has been stuck in my mind, rewinding and replaying over and over like a tape in a loop. I close my eyes and I am back there, still there, even in my sleep I relive the pain of it all. Theoretically it should be a day like any other. Are not all days created equal? Perhaps they are, just as in theory, all people are created equal too. But it is still very hard to resist agreeing with Orwell's assertion that, 'some are more equal than others'. This day is one of the days that will be etched in my mind for ever. It

Current Mood: Screwed
Current Music: Yesterday - The Beetles