Then I started watching CNN. All of the news from Ramallah was so depressing -- exploding seventeen-year-old girls vs. tanks. The more I watched, the more ill I felt. So I decided to go to the office where there is no television and it is easier to live in an imaginary world.
When I got home, I found that mom had sent a futuristic plastic egg full of candy. Good cookies, but no Cadbury eggs. I guess I didn't expect her to buy me a candy that I used to hate ... I wonder what I'll do with that giant plastic egg when all of the candy is gone. It seems like there is a cool project somewhere.
Now I think I need to run or something. It's been about five days. Why is it that good habits are so much easier to break?
Can't decide whether I should venture out tonight or watch the dvds from NetFlix. (I think this is the first Internet ad campaign that has ever worked on me).
