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Another one that isn't stretched.

Such a busy day and all the variables, I can't manage them because they're out of my control.

The people in Israel aren't getting back to me.

The builder is so slow and sad.

Andrew isn't quoting me and delaying.

You see this is Kaapstad Slaapstad and I need to get everything out of the way IF I am to go to Israel this year.

I can't fecking manage on my own, it's too difficult, without a crutch and I'm not smoking fags any more.

Having some medicine the Doctor gave me. It's all gone so peculiar I no longer way is up any more. All very srange. I try to keep my name at the top of the paper that's about all I can manage. Who is this Caroline? Who are these children? But what about them?

I need Andrew to get back to me, and the builder to quote for me, and Ulpan Aviv to get back to me.

Someone actually commented on my writing on Helga's Blog.

That's nice.

I wonder whether anyone will ever ask me again, for work like that. It's all there. I just need someone to ask me to write for them.

Then there's the Hebrew PhD I was thinking about.

I'll have to get to Israel this year, if I want to do that.

It'll be a measure of ... something ... if I get emails from Matyika and from Francesca. Won't it. If I don't, does that mean ... well I don't know,

It's like... um... I don't know, I'm um oh, it's cold. And I'll have to go, well, I dunno, I feel exposed somehow. I don't want to torture or to be tortured. Those things are not.

Well I dunno. Apparently I'm, well, I don't know.

It would be nice. Captured, kept, preserved.

Roy and so on.

Well.

Mind control is everywhere.

Meanwhile I am without drugs and fags.

I dunno.

They want you to neglect your faith. Faith allows the body to relax into everything that is there.