Dream and the Unfortunate
Dreamt that I was shaving my legs and the little hairs on my knee were all coming in gray.
I've been tired and slightly hurpish since last weekend. While I'm inclined to say that PMS is the reason, my nausea might also stem from the current conflict in Gaza. As of this morning the death toll read Palestinians: 360 and Israelis: 5. While the US news is crowing about Israel's right to self preservation at least the BBC is still calling bullshit.
There's no question we'll back Israel, but the "defending our daughters" line is thin at best. Strafing the ever loving fuck out of Gaza is an exercise in futility. Unless, dare I say, it is an exercise in extermination. NPR made some excellent points this morning about the breakdown of the cease fire on both ends and the continual blockade of Gaza. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a fan of the Hamas policy to eradicate Israel. It's the escalation of violence that makes me think no matter how they strut, neither side wants peace more then they want to win.
In less depressing news, I can't seem to put the lightsaber down. Or the iTouch for that matter.
Tried out a new sushi place on 10th St. Bumblefish. I really wanted to like them. The establishment is hip and adorable. The staff is friendly and the prices are fair. But the sushi is sub-par. They do offer dumplings which I didn't try. So maybe one more chance?
Today I'll be joining a coworker for Mexican over at Al Azteca. B/c eating Mexican the day after eating mediocre sushi is going to help with the hurps. Lawdy I'm retarded.