Emotionally I'm all over the place, kind of a wreck, but I'm losing so much less time the past two weeks... so I guess that means I'm doing better. I'd rather have a miserable time but remember it all rather than this swiss cheese memory stuff.

I saw a picture of an Iraqi boy running from the fighting... a little came out and was so upset, he was being carried and was hurt and scared, and she just wanted to play with him and be his friend and have a party and share toys with him so that he wouldn't be scared or sad anymore. She couldn't understand that she can't help him that way.