More lunch thoughts.

I'm having a light lunch today. I haven't eaten since yesterday, and
I'm not really that hungry, I think. It may just be psychological,
though. I may subconsciously want to eat as little as possible so I
can drink myself into a coma tonight.

I did eat a lot last night, though. Ryan made some fantastic steak
concoction. I ate a ton of that, and promptly fell asleep for the next
fourteen hours.

In other (and possibly related) news, it's Eti's birthday right now. I
was going to send her something, but I don't really know how to send
things to the Middle East. And sending her something would surely make
her feel like she should call me, and as much as I want to hear her
voice, I don't feel like I'm in the right place (mentally) to take
that phone call right now.

I was talking to a coworker today, and she said, "You should do
something fun on your day off. What do you like to do that cheers you
up?"

I had no answer to that.

So I'll be up all night drinking red wine, wake up sometime tomorrow
evening, spend what's left of the day at my computer writing something
for my (as yet unpublished) website.

Plus, it's going to be a hundred and twelve degrees again tomorrow.
Who wants to go out and do anything in that kind of heat?

I hope the weather's a little more forgiving in Israel.

In fact, I hope a lot of things are.

Actual work being done? Ridiculous!

I'm well armed, now. I haven't written anything of substance for
quite some time.

I'll tell you a little secret, I've been using this time to put
together a pretty kick-ass website. I'll let y'all know when it goes
live, and much of the stuff you'll have already read right here, but
there will certainly be a lot more. I'm slowly coming out of my
little funk, and I plan to come out of my corner swinging.

I've got a Mac and a brain, and I'm not afraid to use them. Not
anymore, anyway.

Stay tuned.

Haircuts make me happy.

[sing in terrible, non-melodic, falsetto] "I'm going to get my hair
cut, woo-hoo!"

I always feel so much better after a haircut. For me, it's a lot like
a lumbar adjustment, or an hour of intense therapy. It's a rebirth, of
sorts. It makes me feel like a new man. And afterward, I always need a
shower.

Gray.

An odd, dreary day in Southern California.

Ah yes, fumar.

It’s a bit of a novelty just to be smoking indoors, but finding so many “smoke aquariums” is a great thing.

God bless the Atlanta airport, and all the backwards people of the South.

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On my way to the other side of the country.

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Boarding. Made it just in time.

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Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport

This airport is a ridiculous maze. I searched for my flight for half an hour before I found out I was in the wrong terminal. Let this serve as a word of advice: when choosing a series of flights to get you from point A to B, do not change airlines. If you’re switching from US Airways to Delta, for example you may have to go outside, actually board a shuttle bus, and go to a completely separate terminal. It’s like a whole different airport! And you’ll have to go through security again. And if you believed the girl at the information desk, you’ll probably ride the green and white shuttle all the way to terminal 2, when the only terminal serving Delta flights is obviously Terminal 3. No sir. Changing airlines is NOT recommended.

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Christmas in Southern California

There's a giant tree, decorated with all the trimmings. There's hoiday
nusic playing on the mal's outdoor PA. Somehow, with all the palm
trees and sun, it seems very little like Christmas.

Gage. Or Mowgli.

You just can't keep a shirt on that boy.