8:94) Red 26-JAN-98 22:17

Listening to the lament of the Irish people on a television program in the other room, I nearly begin crying, though I won't let myself. I don't need anymore headaches. Not today. The stories of starving, fighting, drinking, singing Irish families..my families. I hear the names of familiar towns that great great grandmother's hailed from...I can see where I get my violent nature from, my wit, my insatiable tendencies to drink, the stubbornness...or bitchiness, as people like to call it...my fondness for dancing... All from these people.

I listen to their history, my history, while typing idlly at a computer screen...over 100 years later, this world is so different, and I am so the same.

(: RED :)