I was in college and should have been in class but was out sick. I woke up late (for me) and flipped on the television. They were still trying to determine if the collision was an accident and what type of plane it was etc for the first few minutes I sat there zoned out watching. I watched the second collision live and then of course I spent the day staring at the television and feeling pretty low about the world. My Dads best friend and a role model for me had just passed unexpectedly that August and it just seemed like things couldn’t get any worse. My fiancé (now wife) had a step father working in NYC that frequented the trade center so we had to insure he had survived and then try to process it all. Makes me more ****ed now than it did on that day.