Linny.

I completely forgot to call and check on Linny and Alex. So I called a minute ago and went straight to her voicemail. Dammit, Linny, how many times have I told you to charge your cell phone. Especially if you're leaving the house! I hope whatever the hell is going on here won't affect her there. Hell, it shouldn't, she's like more than 50 miles from here.

And since I sent you the link to this blog, hopefully you can get online and look at it somewhere. If so, call me and let me know you're alright! There's some people starting to show up on the streets here, and they look like they're in a daze. Maybe there's LSD in the fog. Still no word from Tony; you'd think he'd have called by now. Heh, maybe he forgot his cell phone here. One more check on the RAID process and I should be done over here. Then maybe I can go and get high with everyone else.

Got quiet, though. All that screaming and yelling from the riverfront after the explosions has dropped to an almost eery silence. Sure, the occasional yell, but this is a strange crowd. Hell, Tony's probably as fucked up as the rest of them (heehee)!