Where we begin...

I woke up to the sound of helicopters flying overhead. Father is in the next room making business deals.  Remembered there is a protest down town. It's the six year anniversary of that war. Part of me would rather loll around up here. But the other half feels like I need to be apart of my generation. Even though, i am an anti-activist. I believe in a more Micro-activism, than a macro. 

My father missed out on the 60's because he was too busy making business deals, am i going to miss out on the 00's because i'd rather eat breakfast and read computer blogs. tried to text some friends too see if they were going, but apparently non of my friends are activists either. 

I had been off sugar for one week but ruined count yesterday. I see the benefits of staying away from it. -