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So tired. It's been insane. But we're done with the other place, and all is well. I dropped off the keys this evening, after we finished.

Stephen came down to visit me from Houston, and we've been rehearsing frantically. Deb will be filming stuff tomorrow. I haven't started my paper. I wonder where the printer is.

My feet ache. Thus far, the redeeming qualities of the week: Reive's writing, Gene's smirk, and my kick ass rounds of cards.

don't you fucking lie

Oh Christ. Oh no, no no no no.
Even when you know, in your heart, that it's bad, seeing it is something else.
My trust in media has been harsh, especially now. I believe Adbusters when they run things though. I have rarely, if ever, seen them wrong.

http://www.adbusters.org/home/israel/

Isn't it enough, without creating such horrors?
God, god. God, help us. If there was ever a time for the Second Coming, it's now. When I can't sleep at night, for thinking of things like this, I wonder what it would be like.

How can you rationalize this? Just how the fuck do you decide which life is worth more, which side? How many girls will become martyrs and how many boys will throw stones? How many have to die? How many lives can you rationalize taking in self defense? How many lives are you, personally, worth? And who the fuck do you think you are, waging a genocidal war in the Holy Land?

Forgive me for being so angry. I do not understand.

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Another rehearsal, another day.
Deb and her crew were filming, and I'm sure they caught the utter frustration apparent today. Total madness. I think we pissed off Abby, the girl playing the princess. She made a rather snippy comment and didn't eat lunch with us. Oh well. I'm not disturbed. This is a person who admits to reading six books a year. Oh be still my elitest demon, and hush.

Very apathetic work day, aside from the drama. The strange woman, with whom we've had many odd incidents, disappeared. So I suppose they're firing her and we'll have to find someone else. Hopefully not a coke addict.

The play is tomorrow, and I think if I were any more tense, a black hole might generate inside me.

other things

My mother isn't coming to the play. It's killing me. My dad is though.

I found a bootleg Smiths LP today at work. Very kick ass. I wish I had a record player so I could listen to it.

My car is full of junk. So is my living room.