Shalom

I was good last night...didn't go out at all (if you don't count the trip to the food court after work. Bleh.) I stayed home, watched TV, and finished reading Anne Frank: Diary of A Young Girl. I guess most people read that in grade school. Well, I didn't. My interest in Judaica has been reinvigorated. Not that it really had waned that much, but it's closer to the forefront of my thinking now. I want to go to the Simon Weisenthal museum. I want to go to Poland. I'm staying the hell out of Jerusalem until folks there can behave.

I listened to John Zorn's Kristallnacht when I went to bed (I programmed out track 2...that whole potential ear damage and nausea thing). Anyway, I think that, in conjunction with the book's subject matter, made for some odd dreams. I don't remember what they were; all I remember is feeling...off when I woke up today.

I have things to do, new lands to travel to...
And a new assistant to train, who isn't here yet. Hrm.

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I want beer. Nice day. Must go sit outside and drink beer.

Any takers?

Linda's, methinks