I talk to Gerald tonight. He and I've been friends for a long time, so when he called I was happy to hear from him. He's the only person I know that didn't evacuate New Orleans. He told me his experiences. Strange how I see it on TV and I feel sorry for all those people, but actually hearing it explained in detail brought tears to my eyes. He told me that most people who evacuated are worrying about their houses...he said he was glad that he had a bed to sleep in at night, because he slept along the interstate, and that he had water now, because he was drinking from bottles littered along the road. It touched me, because I was one of those people who were concerned about their house. It's depressing that people had to go into survival mode after the storm hit. It's depressing that so many people died because the levees failed, and even more upsetting that some of those levees were breached on purpose. I'm tired of people criticizing Nagin and Blanco, I'm tired of Bush and his phony smile and wave, I'm tired of the tensions mounting up Houston. It's all so frustrating. And now Rita is about to hit Texas...I don't know about anyone else, but I'm hating life right about now. I'm not suicidal or anything, I'm just feeling really down. I didn't think things could get much worse, but things are about to get that much worse.