I'm thinking about it again. I know that it's completely pointless to think about it, but I am.
Been having a lot of things I want to put into writing lately, mostly about the new Radiohead album which I've been falling in and out of every time I listen to it, but I'm always driving when I think of what to say, and when I get home I'm too tired to write it down and I forget what I wanted to say. It'll come to me. The long expected weekend is almost upon us.
Saw a documentary about Rabin on Channel 1 - and it was actually well produced. Interesting man. You can say what you want about him, but the guy showed up at the scene every time a bus blew up in Tel Aviv. Every single time. And that says something. Something different that we no longer have, and so desperately need.
The neighbor's baby is crying again, and there are fleas here. and I'm supposed be getting up in less than six hours. I put Grandaddy's "The Sophtware Slump" to fit this gloomy mood, and now it gets me to thinking about my friend Gil, who is now somewhere in China trying to get to Tibet, and writing e-mails in Hebrew so the government doesn't assassinate her or something. This world is peculiar.
It's really too late an hour to be proofing