The New Sense

Saturday, April 13, 2002

Replaced Dave for an hour this afternoon, as he had to pick Romane up from her mother's. She's so adorable. She's going to be a menace to male society in ten years' time.
Spent the evening watching TV. Maybe the B— thing is affecting me, but I don't feel much like partying tonight. I'm feeling a bit lonely, and I was hoping I would have seen him again by now. It's just one of those nights when I need a cuddle. That's it — a big bear hug from a big bear. Justin was my big bear. Jeez — get a grip. I've got to start thinking about other stuff than boys. What am I, fifteen? Look at all the stuff going on in the world. Look at the Middle East. I heard two guys in the bar arguing about it when I was packing up my stuff. They weren't an Arab and a Jew (I don't think. One of them was British. Do they have Jews? They must, but I can't think of any. I know George Michael's Greek though) but they were going at it like crazy. What a weird thing. Some idiots on the other side of the planet are killing each other, and two guys hear about it here and decide that it's worth having an argument about. And they were never going to convince each other, any more than the actual Jews and Palestinians are.
Here it is now on the news. A suicide bomber blew herself up at a bus stop. I thought suicide bombers were all men. Don't they get promised instant entry to paradise, which includes dozens of young virgins? What's she going to get — a driver's license? I guess I shouldn't joke about that stuff. I guess I should get angry, like those guys at the bar this evening. Mind you, they weren't angry about the situation in Israel, they were angry because the other guy wouldn't admit he was wrong.
Time for bed. No bear hug.

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