I went to bed last night thinking, "what next?" I thought, "maybe tomorrow our media outlets will be destroyed." I know, I know... Maybe I'm a bit over-anxious. I do suffer fits. I woke this morning, took a shower, went out to the living room and turned the (kill your) t.v. on. Static snow : 52, 53, 2, 4, 5... "Christ," I thought. I picked up my cell phone to see if it worked, but then thought, "radio." So, I went back into my room, fidgeted with my alarm clock for a bit and found a station. I listened intently for a few moments. No new attacks. Fucking Provo Cable.