Driving in this morning was a shock. I had seen on CNN that flowers had been piled up at the JSC sign at the enterance to the center. I didn't expect so many people would be there first thing in the morning. And lines of news vans. Tomorrow there will be a memorial, with the President and First Lady. I bet they'll fly the missing man formation overhead. Its hard to describe the mood here. There's a combination of wanting to talk about things, and not feeling right talking about them, of waiting to see if there's anything we should do, and wanting to do something on our own initiative, and wanting to just get back into the routine of whatever we were doing last week. Our boss has become the entry timeline expert, and I keep hearing snippets of things out of our office of which entry events they had gone through before breakup.

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On a lighter note, I had to post this from Jen's journal:

a guy at my eating club told a most humorous story tonight. apparently last night he went to bed early, at midnight, after studying. (ah, the life of a stanford student!) he wakes up and realizes there is a woman in bed with him! groggily, he remembers that his girlfriend is in africa (peace corps) so it cannot be her. he begins to freak out. is she a psychotic axe murderer??? he asks her who the hell she is, and she says she's christy. he says he has no idea who she is. he asks, do you know me? why are you here? she says, of course i know you, chris. his name is peter. he says, i'm not chris. she doesn't believe him. (incidentally, this woman is topless.) he turns on the light to proove he is not chris. actually, his roommate is chris. she freaks out and runs out of the room. the next morning chris comes in laughing about the mistake. obviously she was drunk or something.