Twenty-Four Hours till My Country Turns into a pile of Shit

It's war time here in America, and what can I say but I am frightened. This weekend has been full of ups and downs. The weather has been beautiful but I have a paper due Friday. I'm going to see Catherine in Boston on Saturday but gas prices are fucking rediculous. Prof. Sanborn is going to be on my moderation board but my headphones broke. And we're going to war. So I would have to say that this week is going to be worse before it gets better.
I have also realized that I am riding on a time machine back to the days of yore, where I was quite a little make out slut. The men of my past are waiting in line and the reason can be only for one thing. Why is this happening? Men of my past, why are you asking for sex? Do you think I'm easy? Do you think that I am willing, lonely and frightened by the chance of (gasp) a new man? This is the question I can't answer. As for right now, I am happy concentrating on moderating before pleasure. If I don't moderate, I dont get to think about my future and if I don't think about my future, I'll end up...oh who knows where I'll end up.
Anyway, 24 hours till my country turns its back on the world. How do I feel to be America right now? Not that good...but I just pray it ends soon. Prayer...wow...haven't thought about God for a while. But as long as Bush believes God's on HIS side...maybe I don't want to believe anymore.