Great volleyball tonight at Chelsea Piers. Started with a clinic and dwindled down to 2-on-2.

I love sweating. People talk a lot about how most people don’t drink enough water. I think we should start talking about how most people don’t sweat enough.

Now I’m up too late again. I’ll be dragging at breakfast with the CEO tomorrow AM. She does monthly birthday breakfasts — everyone with a birthday in September is invited. Should be an interesting crowd. Lots of Virgos…

I’m not sure what to do about it, but I’m really scared. I’m scared of another attack. I feel like I’m a sitting duck and it’s not a good feeling. Gas masks are selling at inflated prices on Ebay, and their usefulness is dubious anyway. I have no doubt I can hold it together. I grew up in a cold war where the threat of mutual nuclear destruction got us through everyday. I can deal.

Now that I think of it, though, there was at least some perverse logic to hold onto then. They can’t nuke us cuz they know we’d nuke them. Where’s the balance between America and the terrorist mujahideen?

When it all comes down to it, I guess I just have to take my chances everyday, just like every human being does all around the world. If it was a card game, I’d rather raise the stakes than fold this hand.