I was sleeping, but my mom woke me up saying something ridiculous like "Wake up, the world has changed forever!" She can be a little melodramatic, so I kind of rolled my eyes but went to the livingroom anyway. It was so surreal watching the replay of the first plane hitting, my actual first thought was "Wow, that looks so real, how did they do that?" Then the second plane hit and it became real for me. I think my heart stopped beating and I stopped breathing, watching it all in complete shock and horror. When I saw that it wasn't all debris and paper falling out of the towers, but people were jumping off...I think about it now, and it still makes me weep.
I thought about the guy I had just broken up with, and called him up to make sure he was OK, since he worked a couple of blocks away from the Twin Towers. He didn't answer the first couple of times, so I was freaking out, but he finally did and it turned out he had taken a day off so he was safe at home.
Man, that was an awful day.