*sigh*

I'm never aware of how deeply something is bothering me until after it's over; until after I've seen the outcome, and my body takes in a deep breath just so it can let it out with a whoosh.

It's a pretty good feeling

Grade Report

Statistics: Pass

*WHOOSH*

How To: Get on the Front Page of the Globe & Mail

Answer: Steal a plan and land it on a highway.

My favourite part of the story?

"He sat in here in the store with us for like 30 minutes. He heard us talking about people looking for a man who was running from the law," said Teresa Davidson, 41, a cashier at the place. Mr. Leon tried to buy beef jerky and a lemon-lime Gatorade, but only had enough for the drink, she said.

The fact that the journalist asked what kind of Gatorade it was. And that he didn't have enough cash for the jerky. It may seem trivial, but that's good journalism. Those who don't ask. . . don't get to right sweet stories for the Globe.

Oh . . . and almost related — another story about planes! Although this one wasn't about a crash. See if you can spot the carefully placed 9/11 reference though. Yeah. They did it. I think it's time to let go.

-JENN-