I woke up that morning and headed straight for the internet, which is what I usually do. I couldn't get to any of the major news sites; I thought that was odd and there must be something up, so I turned on the TV and it was just carnage every channel. I woke my roommate up, she came into the living room and we both sat there, slack-jawed, staring at the TV screen.
I still had to go to work. As soon as I got there, I was sent home. By the time I get back to my loft, a whole bunch of my friends had gathered and we basically commenced the drinking, since we figured this was armageddon. The day was awful quiet.
Since that time, the biggest change in my life is now the small-dicked assholes that used to cut me off in their raised trucks are still cutting me off in their raised trucks, but now they have "freedom isn't free" magnetic (don't want to ruin the paint on this commitment!) ribbons on the back of them.