Today's entry is dedicated to sad. I mean the emotion, the feeling, you know what I mean "sad". I had to take all the cats to the vet today and one of them is still there, under observation. I'm pretty optimistic about the whole thing, but I can't explain any of this to the other cats who are at home. Mainly, the one who keeps pacing the house and crying because his sister is missing. He's been looking for hours now and every time he starts crying I wish that people like Michael Vick would die for the things that they do to animals.
So in the spirit of pain, I've decided to tell an old story. The story is called "I was stuck in the Denver Airport" and it takes place during the huge snowstorm/blizzard that hit that area in winter '06, dumping 25 inches of snow. About 4,700 people were stranded in the airport as nearly all flights were canceled for three days. I hope you like it.
