God Give Me Strength
Until then I will just use Elvis Costello song titles.
OK - I will start with funny. Walking to Huttenbar last night to meet Corrine for the Sox game. See a truck for the Lincoln Meat Market. Their slogan - 'Nobody Beats Our Meat'. It made me laugh.
Another terrible date on Monday. He amused me though. Is it so wrong to sit and listen to another 'angry young man' and stare in relief that you don't have to deal with them from that moment forward? Why would you take pride in being a critical ass? You wonder why you can't have a relationship? And I quote, 'I told her what was wrong with her, but nobody ever tells me what's wrong with me.'
Quick tip: You don't shut up and you kicked a girl out for not cleaning up dog hair.
I'm a bit freaked about my health situation. I won't lie. But more for its social effects. How about the 31 y.o. divorced chick w/ a pacemaker. Or if I'm really lucky - cervical cancer, pacemaker and something involving me having to shave my head. That's sexy. Stupid body.
And now to the thing that is really breaking my heart: Lebanon. I just printed an entire section of the Guardian and some New Yorker archived articles about Hizbollah. I feel like I need to know. This is what scares me - this conflict started on the Egyptian border and has traveled all the way north to Lebanon. Towns that were cradles of civilization are destroyed. The citizens are trapped in a nightmare of terrorist groups and Israeli extremism. The people have nothing to do with it. How jacked is that?
I will have to read (probably mouth agape and with a sinking stomach) and try to figure out if I can get what the hell is going on. It might just be the beginning of the end of the world.
I told the sis' boyfriend that he should start by reading 'Exodus'. Funnily enough - in the Guardian timeline that's when the Lebanon stuff started. Tyre prison. Whoa. I actually understand the locations. But then it's things like Tripoli. It's so horrid.
If I said stop - do you think it would? Nope. That would be like stopping my drama.

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