here we go again...

Smaller bombs than before, and one of them near my station. Was actually AT the Central Line end of Shepherd's Bush when my cousin and I noticed all the police cars and ambulances howling down to the Hammersmith & City end. 4 hits: Shepherd's Bush, Warren Street, Oval, and the 26 bus in Hackney Road near Columbia Road had its windows blown out. One injury at Warren Street, no other reported injuries...so far.

It's our school's graduate show tonight and I'm supposed to be tending bar. (Well...pouring drinks anyway; someone who doesn't drink shouldn't mix.) My graduating friends will be right pissed off; I can't get a hold of them at the moment. Am being a good girl and staying home with my grands, but too jittery to just sit and watch the news, so here I am at the compie with a cup of tea.

Am more angry than afraid, really. I LIKE public transport. I like to complain about British public transport, but I've never had any serious problems with the London transport system, and I could always count on finding a ride home from wherever I was. Now someone's taken that security away, and I greatly resent it. I don't appreciate being kept at home by uncertainty. I hate this sudden wave of paranoia, and I really, really hate the idea that there are people watching the news and thinking that they were doing the right thing.

Now that it seems more impossible than ever, I wish for world peace.