6:09 pm

Seeking a vibe in Israel, but it's coming slowly - I'm beginning to get the roughest feel of the place, but when I don't write for a while my fingers get rust and rot.

My brain feels incomplete, like the brain of the baby computer they're raising from infancy. It's name is now Hal, but we're looking to change the name. Too much - being alone, unemployed, in Israel, unsure of my future, working, reading, trying to puzzle it through. When you are in love you can throw your energy into the other person and not worry about what comes next; but now I need to watch out and make decisions, find ways to make myself more useful, more helpful, taller, with a bigger smile and giant teeth that can chew through 30 inches of steel, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, goodbye Manhattan Bridge, you ugly mound of rust.

I also should write about the gym, especially considering my trainer is a convicted murderer and vegetarian.